Thursday, July 21, 2005
We Were on a Break!
A quote from "Friends" to begin tonight's entry
I'm on a break. Every night this week I've had some pressing issue of which I needed to take care. Not tonight. Tonight I'm catching up on my tv, doing a bit of reading, and typing a bit of blogtastic bullshit. I did some songwriting right after work, but then my mother came home, and I can't write songs with people around. It makes me feel like they're listening and critiquing, and that makes me nervous. It's hard to explain. I'm especially weird about it with my mother since she would use my lyrics to try to analyze me, and the scary part is she'd probably be right. I don't want anyone getting into my head that shouldn't be there. That's why I love singing with a band. We all write songs. There's no way to tell who wrote what, and whose pain you're tapping into by listening. I like the anonymity.
Just now I was going to share the news that I've lot five pounds. I'm a sly one, for I shared the news anyway without that being the point of my statement. Anyway, I thought about sharing that info, but then it occurred to me that by stating to the world that I've lost five pounds, I am sounding like the weird 40-something ladies at work who think they're 20-something ladies at work. They sit in the lunch room (which is right across from my room so I hear EVERYTHING) and discuss one or more of four topics: 1. Weight Loss, 2. Anti-aging creams, serums, surgeries, etc., 3. Men and how they're pigs and we don't need them because we're strong and independent and don't care what anyone thinks of us (despite spending millions on weight loss and anti-aging creams...), and 4. Reality television.
It's really kind of sad. These women have children, and they talk about how annoying their children are, and how they don't understand why they're all into drugs and are popping out kids at age 15. Meanwhile, while they're bitching, they get calls on their cell phones from said children, and completely blow them off. "I don't care! I'm at work! ..... Then clean it the fuck up! Don't fucking call me again!" They hang up and turn back to their 40-something friends and take another bite of the slim-fast ice cream crap they're eating. "Gawd, how stupid is my daughter" Eye roll.
Literally. In all honesty. Never have I once ever heard them talk about anything but weight loss, anti-aging tricks, men, and reality television, unless, of course, they're complaining about their children. This is why when I was about to gleefully announce my recent loss of five pounds, I thought better of it and feared becoming one of these women. Unfortunately, as I said before, I mentioned it anyway, and now I'm like them. Sigh. At least I only have one strike. I don't use anti-aging products yet, I'm quite fond of men (sometimes too fond... sigh) and I am proud to say I don't watch a single reality TV show. To be fair, we all have our vices. Anyone who knows me knows that I had a sick sick Friends addiction, but now that the show's off the air, I'd say I'm well on my way to being fully rehabilitated.
Josh doesn't like it when I talk like I'm better than people. I never mean to come off like that, although, rereading this entry so far, it does come off that way. Hmm. Maybe I oughta rethink my rhetoric. Maybe I just look down on people too much. I oughta start giving humanity more credit. Although, really, let's be honest. There are a lot of morons out there. Am I a bitch, or am I a realist? It's not important.
What's important is that the Pirates are whoopin' the Rockies' asses at present. 7-0 in the top of the 4th. I'm enjoying it quite a bit.
SWEET! The Powerade commercial with the weird sports is on. You know, the one with the dude getting catapulted through the goal post and the people walking on treadmills on their hands? It's a pretty sweet commercial.
I think it's time for me to toast an English muffin. Heavy on the butter.
Mmmm... butter.
I'm on a break. Every night this week I've had some pressing issue of which I needed to take care. Not tonight. Tonight I'm catching up on my tv, doing a bit of reading, and typing a bit of blogtastic bullshit. I did some songwriting right after work, but then my mother came home, and I can't write songs with people around. It makes me feel like they're listening and critiquing, and that makes me nervous. It's hard to explain. I'm especially weird about it with my mother since she would use my lyrics to try to analyze me, and the scary part is she'd probably be right. I don't want anyone getting into my head that shouldn't be there. That's why I love singing with a band. We all write songs. There's no way to tell who wrote what, and whose pain you're tapping into by listening. I like the anonymity.
Just now I was going to share the news that I've lot five pounds. I'm a sly one, for I shared the news anyway without that being the point of my statement. Anyway, I thought about sharing that info, but then it occurred to me that by stating to the world that I've lost five pounds, I am sounding like the weird 40-something ladies at work who think they're 20-something ladies at work. They sit in the lunch room (which is right across from my room so I hear EVERYTHING) and discuss one or more of four topics: 1. Weight Loss, 2. Anti-aging creams, serums, surgeries, etc., 3. Men and how they're pigs and we don't need them because we're strong and independent and don't care what anyone thinks of us (despite spending millions on weight loss and anti-aging creams...), and 4. Reality television.
It's really kind of sad. These women have children, and they talk about how annoying their children are, and how they don't understand why they're all into drugs and are popping out kids at age 15. Meanwhile, while they're bitching, they get calls on their cell phones from said children, and completely blow them off. "I don't care! I'm at work! ..... Then clean it the fuck up! Don't fucking call me again!" They hang up and turn back to their 40-something friends and take another bite of the slim-fast ice cream crap they're eating. "Gawd, how stupid is my daughter" Eye roll.
Literally. In all honesty. Never have I once ever heard them talk about anything but weight loss, anti-aging tricks, men, and reality television, unless, of course, they're complaining about their children. This is why when I was about to gleefully announce my recent loss of five pounds, I thought better of it and feared becoming one of these women. Unfortunately, as I said before, I mentioned it anyway, and now I'm like them. Sigh. At least I only have one strike. I don't use anti-aging products yet, I'm quite fond of men (sometimes too fond... sigh) and I am proud to say I don't watch a single reality TV show. To be fair, we all have our vices. Anyone who knows me knows that I had a sick sick Friends addiction, but now that the show's off the air, I'd say I'm well on my way to being fully rehabilitated.
Josh doesn't like it when I talk like I'm better than people. I never mean to come off like that, although, rereading this entry so far, it does come off that way. Hmm. Maybe I oughta rethink my rhetoric. Maybe I just look down on people too much. I oughta start giving humanity more credit. Although, really, let's be honest. There are a lot of morons out there. Am I a bitch, or am I a realist? It's not important.
What's important is that the Pirates are whoopin' the Rockies' asses at present. 7-0 in the top of the 4th. I'm enjoying it quite a bit.
SWEET! The Powerade commercial with the weird sports is on. You know, the one with the dude getting catapulted through the goal post and the people walking on treadmills on their hands? It's a pretty sweet commercial.
I think it's time for me to toast an English muffin. Heavy on the butter.
Mmmm... butter.
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HA HA HA HA!
Don't worry about thinking you are better than others... 'Cause people are stupid... Sorry Josh, it's true... anyway loved the imagery about the 40ish women. Where do you work by the way? Also after your follow-up comment on my page about how you and Josh are doing fine, coming here and reading the title for this blog kinda threw me off for a sec. After all, think about all the posibilities this title could mean. Of course I found out you were refering to the lunch break ladies and not your relationship after I read it, which by the way is very clever. Anyhow, enjoyed the observational humor.
Michael
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Don't worry about thinking you are better than others... 'Cause people are stupid... Sorry Josh, it's true... anyway loved the imagery about the 40ish women. Where do you work by the way? Also after your follow-up comment on my page about how you and Josh are doing fine, coming here and reading the title for this blog kinda threw me off for a sec. After all, think about all the posibilities this title could mean. Of course I found out you were refering to the lunch break ladies and not your relationship after I read it, which by the way is very clever. Anyhow, enjoyed the observational humor.
Michael
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