Everytime I come to post something my mind draws a blank.
Similar to the scene in Mom's favorite movie, You've Got Mail, I sit at my computer trying to come up with the perfect thing to say (Meg Ryan is talking about an insult) and nothing, a complete blank. How frusterating. Put me in my car, hour drive back to work or home, and I'm rife with witty ideas and moninomes. Reading books my mind rearranges funny scenes, or commentary that would entertain. Even watching Masterpiece Theater I come up with ideas. But with the keyboard at my fingertips, computer at the ready, I am paralized mentally. Frozen at the inability to articulate.
Suddenly I'm back to looking across the dance floor at that guy I might, maybe, possibly get a crush on. Where a smile is suddenly all I've got to offer. Get him to laugh, nope, that's saved for recollections of sudden stupidity later on at home when I recount my wonderful adventures of "Silly Girl Syndrome" once again striking. Tanner will bemoan my lack of finese, and lack of getting kissed. Mom and Dad internal groan at the irrationality of it all. Steph, being recently cured of my ill fated ilk, laughs. Naturally all reactions pick me up and remind me that eventually I'll find my odd voice again. Some random fact will filter it's way to the top.
Perfect example is regaling my crew Saturday night about why I was asked to draw a line up the back of a girl's nylons for a 1940's skit. Why I knew the necessity of this simple act, and could expound on it to the point of expalining why having a soilder for a beau was not just a social, but a beneficial part of life, is beyond me.
Still, for this odd moment of run-a-way thoughts scribbles of a page; full of spelling errors, life is good. I'm enjoying it.
'Till I get my mind repaired. Love you all. Have a wonderful V-day!
Nice to see you are still alive. Oh and cute mirror
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