Oh my gods, Marjorie! What have you DONE?
OKAY YA KNOW WHAT?!
Screw this anti-social somewhat passive aggressive funk-tastic semi-depressive fearful thing of self-isolating DOOM. It's boring! And not at all enriching! I promised my RA during my first semester of college that I'd eat my riboflavin every day, and have I, livejournal? Have I?!?!
Actually, I've probably nearly met that goal, as I generally consume cereal of some sort in the morning. BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS = coffee + oatmeal or Honey Bunches of Oats w/ Strawberries (hot diggity damn, that's some good eatin') or Special K w/ Red Berries (it's not because I think I need to be on a diet or something. Clearly I don't need that at all, as I am a few pounds short of invisibility. It's just really freaking tasty, okay? I can even forgive them refusing to refer to what are obviously strawberries as "strawberries" [Kellog's, dude...it's not like there's a trademark on the name of a berry or some shit. I don't understand you], because that sweet crunchiness is pure perfection. Well...to be honest, it's not as good as the aforementioned Honey Bunches of Oats w/ Strawberries, which has the guts to properly proclaim the specific use of berry. It's just that sometimes, Special K is on sale and Honey Bunches of Oats is not. In other news, this aside as gotten rather long. Rescue me, closing parenthesis!).
BUT. Let us not dwell on my abiding love for cereal. Let us inside abide upon the fact that, for some reason, I've fallen into a habit of avoiding human contact. Oh, not completely; I do live with my fiance, after all, and I do go out with friends. But I am not nearly as gregarious as I once was. I do not dive passionately into fandoms (and, gods, the joyousness I could experience if I could work up the guts to chill with the Doctor Who community!). I do not write for any audience. I post once or twice on a message board, then get timid and hide behind the persona of "Lurker." I COULD BE HAVING FUN DAMN YOU!
I've become terrified of people in ways I can't even understand. It's not like it's hard for me to talk with folks or anything; I do it all day every day, natch. So I think -- maybe I'm just out of practice with the whole process of building and maintaining a presence? Which means, of course, that I can get it back, awww yeeeeeeeah. Just gotta get them gears turning again. Just gotta get into it again.
I suppose, if you're really seeking to make your life interesting, you've got to train yourself to notice the interesting in the mundane. And you've got to work on getting excited about small stuff. Por ejemplo: I have a new body wash that smells like Jolly Ranchers. Motherflippin' Jolly Ranchers, bitches! I've been looking forward to my evening showers even more than usual, because that's the beautiful time of day when I get to bathe myself in LIQUID CANDY. It's a fantastic olfactory experience. And afterward, my skin retains a faint fruity scent that makes me grin like a stupid person.
Also! I get soap for my face from these lovely peeps because it does wonders for my skin. Yeah, yeah, it's a little on the expensive side -- but a) I only use it on my face and b) it's solidly built stuff, so I can stretch a bar for nigh on three months. $5 every three months? COMPARE THAT TO THE PRICE OF COMMERCIAL ACNE MEDS, LADIES AND GENTS! Anyway! With my most recent order, they sent me a free bar with "thank you!" handwritten on the wrapper. Freakin' made my day. And it smells great, and has filled the entire bathroom with its pleasant aroma.
SO WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL OF THIS?
Well, first of all, Rule 32 in 'Zombieland' is spot on: enjoy the little things (this can be done successfully regardless of the presence of apocalyptic omens). And second of all: hello again, world! *frenetic sugar-crazed waving* I've missed you. And I'm gonna come back to you now, if that's all fine and dandy.
Screw this anti-social somewhat passive aggressive funk-tastic semi-depressive fearful thing of self-isolating DOOM. It's boring! And not at all enriching! I promised my RA during my first semester of college that I'd eat my riboflavin every day, and have I, livejournal? Have I?!?!
Actually, I've probably nearly met that goal, as I generally consume cereal of some sort in the morning. BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS = coffee + oatmeal or Honey Bunches of Oats w/ Strawberries (hot diggity damn, that's some good eatin') or Special K w/ Red Berries (it's not because I think I need to be on a diet or something. Clearly I don't need that at all, as I am a few pounds short of invisibility. It's just really freaking tasty, okay? I can even forgive them refusing to refer to what are obviously strawberries as "strawberries" [Kellog's, dude...it's not like there's a trademark on the name of a berry or some shit. I don't understand you], because that sweet crunchiness is pure perfection. Well...to be honest, it's not as good as the aforementioned Honey Bunches of Oats w/ Strawberries, which has the guts to properly proclaim the specific use of berry. It's just that sometimes, Special K is on sale and Honey Bunches of Oats is not. In other news, this aside as gotten rather long. Rescue me, closing parenthesis!).
BUT. Let us not dwell on my abiding love for cereal. Let us inside abide upon the fact that, for some reason, I've fallen into a habit of avoiding human contact. Oh, not completely; I do live with my fiance, after all, and I do go out with friends. But I am not nearly as gregarious as I once was. I do not dive passionately into fandoms (and, gods, the joyousness I could experience if I could work up the guts to chill with the Doctor Who community!). I do not write for any audience. I post once or twice on a message board, then get timid and hide behind the persona of "Lurker." I COULD BE HAVING FUN DAMN YOU!
I've become terrified of people in ways I can't even understand. It's not like it's hard for me to talk with folks or anything; I do it all day every day, natch. So I think -- maybe I'm just out of practice with the whole process of building and maintaining a presence? Which means, of course, that I can get it back, awww yeeeeeeeah. Just gotta get them gears turning again. Just gotta get into it again.
I suppose, if you're really seeking to make your life interesting, you've got to train yourself to notice the interesting in the mundane. And you've got to work on getting excited about small stuff. Por ejemplo: I have a new body wash that smells like Jolly Ranchers. Motherflippin' Jolly Ranchers, bitches! I've been looking forward to my evening showers even more than usual, because that's the beautiful time of day when I get to bathe myself in LIQUID CANDY. It's a fantastic olfactory experience. And afterward, my skin retains a faint fruity scent that makes me grin like a stupid person.
Also! I get soap for my face from these lovely peeps because it does wonders for my skin. Yeah, yeah, it's a little on the expensive side -- but a) I only use it on my face and b) it's solidly built stuff, so I can stretch a bar for nigh on three months. $5 every three months? COMPARE THAT TO THE PRICE OF COMMERCIAL ACNE MEDS, LADIES AND GENTS! Anyway! With my most recent order, they sent me a free bar with "thank you!" handwritten on the wrapper. Freakin' made my day. And it smells great, and has filled the entire bathroom with its pleasant aroma.
SO WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL OF THIS?
Well, first of all, Rule 32 in 'Zombieland' is spot on: enjoy the little things (this can be done successfully regardless of the presence of apocalyptic omens). And second of all: hello again, world! *frenetic sugar-crazed waving* I've missed you. And I'm gonna come back to you now, if that's all fine and dandy.