.......just like that, I turned in to a girl.
I woke up this morning with all the longing and self-loathing of Bridget Jones (the first movie).
Trust me, the thoughts in my head are not pretty right now. For example, they keep telling me I am not pretty.
So, I'm just going to spare you the whining.
Tomorrow night I head to the "south side" aka Bridgeport neighborhood. The tricycle of awesome will ride before we head out Saturday with many many people - I think there are 16 of us - to New Glarus Wisconsin for a long weekend. What's there? BEER. Really good beer, that they do not sell anywhere in Illinois.
We're even renting a minivan. (miniVON?) No, silly, not for carpooling - for hauling home MORE BEER.
I need this little trip right now. I need to clear my head, and remind myself that I have value.
Promise to be back on the flip side, with less whining and pining and more fun.
23 comments:
Did someone say BEER?
I've been drinking a lot of this lately.
I'm not pretty either, Von.
Not even when I wear my special high heels.
Oh fuck.
Not to say that I AGREE with your estimation of not-prettiness Von.
But how we feel about ourselves is sometimes relatively immune to reason; at the same time, it can be extremely vulnerable to negative reinforcement.
BELIEVE ME DO I EVER KNOW THAT. DO YOU BELIEVE ME?
....but; I do know about not-prettiness in head-thoughts. BELIEVE ME DO I EVER KNOW THAT. DO YOU BELIEVE ME?
You know what would be an AWESOME boost to your self-esteem? Visiting a Zombizzle for Summerfest. Guaranteed. Talk about Value.
Heck, let me know, and I will get you an 11-day pass lanyard. We can make it an Episode.
......just like that, I turned in to a girl.
ummm.
I've met you, Von. Twice, in person for real.
I was never unclear that you are a girl. Maybe not a girlie-girl, but hey, I am not a manly-man, so who's counting?
Is there someone who hasn't figured it out?
Just like every other blog in these days of Blog Wastelanz, I can and will load up on alcohol and Zardoz this fucker myself. Does anyone doubt me?
DOES ANYONE DOUBT ME??????
Heh. Gonn be funny as fuck when Jennifer comes back from her Bat-created incarceration, and can't figure out what is going on anymore.
Electroshock will do that to you.
I've been drinking a lot of this lately.
There seems to be way too many words in this.
Trust me, the thoughts in my head are not pretty right now. For example, they keep telling me I am not pretty.
Don't go undermining yourself!
the thoughts in my head are not pretty right now
I can usually trick the thoughts in my head into arguing among themselves rather than with me, leaving me to get on with whatever I was doing.
Many years ago, Kilzer touched the magic, and it burned his hand. He ran away, but he left the magic here for us.
Counting sheep is a losers game. Counting the voices in your head is at least an amusing pastime, and if, as in The Smutster's case, you can make them fight amongst themselves, well, that can be hilarious when you're drunk.
ON BEER!!
If I was try to offer something somewhat helpful, drawing on a few decades of surprisingly successful therapy (you'da had to see the train wreck they started with), it would be to try and point out the difference between fear and self-doubt. Fear is good, important to understanding and evaluating the world and how best to face it. Self doubt is a different animal - it is the frontal lobe calling into question things the brain stem knows to be true.
Like so many things in our lives, it's similar to cleaning out the garage. Knowing what to embrace, even if it makes you sob, and knowing what to throw in the dumpster.
Like so many things in our lives, it's similar to cleaning out the garage.
Also, power equipment is helpful if not required.
If you can get the dood who put the deposit down to let you drive the Bobcat, don't back down.
Go big, or stay home!!
Hmm. Lemme czech it out.
I love driving a Bobcat 'cause it makes me feel like Ripley...
Totally yes to visiting you for SummerFest. That would be awesome.
Thanks are for the comments. Z, I know you didn't mean to say I'm unpretty. No worries.
You all rock
clearing the head is good. I am currently filling mine up with wine.
It both is and is not a "girl" thing. it's hard to ignore the social constructed voice of self-doubt. Or "jerkbrain" as Captain Awkward calls it.
I can usually trick the thoughts in my head into arguing among themselves rather than with me, leaving me to get on with whatever I was doing.
"Madness does not always howl. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying 'Hey, is there room in your head for one more?'"
Which is especially funny when I go to submit this comment, and see Blogger asking me to 'Select an Identity'.
Yeah, let's get back to the fun.
"Madness does not always howl. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying 'Hey, is there room in your head for one more?'"
There are a few people whose personalities I sometimes run in emulation mode when I want to do something that they were better at than me.
I don't do this with friends or family who are still alive. That doesn't seem right.
Aha!
We've learned why El Smutto is smarter than the rest of us.
He has righteous ICE hardware hard-wired in his brain.
When he starts virutualizing his OS it'll be time to run away....
hmpf. He's probably running Windows ME on it, so all you have to do is turn sideways to overload his task manager and he'll bluescreen....
We'll be in trouble if he's running OS/2 Warp.
Oberon.
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