In a world like the one we Americans have today, it's impossible to be lazy on accident. You have to really try to avoid news, work, family, friends, everything. In a world like today, you can be reached on the toilet, while grocery shopping at the store, while arguing with your significant other, even while camping. It's pretty hard to avoid stuff, people and responsibilities.
Heck, even on a day when I accidentally had no obligations, I still had a phone call (which I ignored because I did not recognize the number), I still made breakfast and lunch, and I will still make dinner and I will still talk to my family and friends. BUT I will NOT change out of my pajamas, I will not set foot out of my home, I will look out the window and marvel in the beauty of my surroundings from the comfort of my home while using my electronic devices purely for pleasure rather than for education, work or anything else, dammit.
I need days like today. Like, I really mean it, I need them. If I don't have a lazy day happen for me for too long, I get disconnected, I can't think, I don't remember to do the basics for myself, I am constantly frustrated and I just hate life. So far, I've been lucky! So far I've only had to deal with about a month of all the horribleness of not having a lazy day, but believe me, a month is long enough!
Talking to a friend at work a few weeks ago, she admitted to being lazy lately because of some thing or another. But I happen to know this woman is a diligent doer! She should have a laZy freakin day, she deserves it. I think a holiday might even be in order for her. Shit, I need one too! I could go somewhere beautiful where I don't have to clean, I don't have to take care of or worry about another human being. I get to go have my food prepared for me and I have nothing but entertainment and pleasing aesthetics everywhere I turn. And by holiday I don't mean Easter or Christmas or anything, I mean a REAL holiday, where you celebrate nothing and go somewhere where you really have the opportunity to enjoy.
I usually get a twinge of guilt after a lazy day. Like I don't do enough. Like I should have taken that opportunity to do more. Like I could have had this, this, this, this and that done if I'd have decided to take priority over lazy. But fuck that. I mean really. I need lazy, and I don't care who knows it. And I don't care who doesn't like it! Seems to me if you're judging me over my lazy day, it's more about you than it is about me, so you have fun with that judgement whoever you are.
Besides, I live my life for me. I live my life for my daughter and my family. I decide what is important and when it is important and why it is important. It's not up to anyone else. And that's a good thing! I do work hard, I do LIKE to work hard, I love to get in the zone and stay busy. But I don't need any of that to get by, it's just how I LIKE to spend most of my time: busy.
But...
I NEED LAZY.
One thought for the judgmental types: It's okay if you want to be judgy, just remember that there is a difference between being observational and being judgy. K?
Link of the day:
http://solarfamilyfarm.com/?p=560
Today, you get two, just because I want to:
http://undergroundhealthreporter.com/
We might as well make it three. Three IS the majic number:
http://jacksonpollock.org/
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Day 561: Oh, Child.
So, Mira's doing that thing all kids do: grow.
She's not only HUGE for her age (the size of a 4 year old and not quite 2.5), but she's doing the other types of growing.
She's not really into talking much.
She's very mischevious (in the sweetest way possible, of course!).
She is completely independent.
This girl does NOT like to have attention called to her, but she loves attention when she brings it on herself.
And boy, oh boy, is she a clever vixen!
In our living room, I have about a 4ft x 10ft area quartered off for my "office/studio/craft supply" area, and in that area, there are stashes of bubble wrap. First, I'll ask you - who doesn't love bubble wrap? Right, everyone. Then I'll ask you - what proper 2 year old would be able to resist it? Right, not one single 2 year old would be able to resist it. So, every chance she gets, if I'm in the kitchen, or engrossed on the computer, or in the shower or changing my clothes or otherwise disposed, I hear the crinkle of plastic between tiny fingers and subtle pops. Wherever I am, I usually call out "Step away from the bubble wrap!" and the crinkling stops... for a minute or two. Of course, this office area is also the most favorite place for our kitty to take his mid day naps in the sunshine, on a shelf that is just the same height as our windowsills. Our window sills are about 2 feet from the floor, so this provides a perfect height for Mira to join her kitty buddy for a little gazing out the window and slap and tickle time. These are also prime opportunities to "play" with the bubble wrap. So, today, when they were in their corner, sharing their fun times together and I heard a little crinkle of plastic, I snapped my neck to look around at her and see what she was up to. She totally knew what was coming, so she looked up at me innocently as if to say "I'm not playing with bubble wrap", upon confirmation, I said "You're fine." to which she answered "I know." and went on about her business.
Well!
Then last night after a game of "take every single book off the shelf and knock it onto the floor", I asked her "Do you want to pick up your books and put them back on the shelf?" and SHE COUNTER OFFERED ME! She asked me, without missing a beat "Do you wanna cook?" I was shocked! I'm still shocked!
Then there's the plain to see idea that clothes are completely inappropriate and should be banned in at least 12 states, but shoes and coats are fine.
And if you ask her if she wants a bath, she'll tell you "No", but 10 minutes later, when it's her idea she'll ask you "Bath?"
We're winding down from the terrible twos, but they sure do like to rear their scary head here and there.
We've jumped over the major bloodfest hurdle already too, after Mira went running out of the kitchen, tripped on her own feet and went sailing through the air head first into the doorjamb where a vacant hinge was waiting to greet her forehead with open arms. Funniest thing about that is that she climbs on everything, jumps off like she thinks she's a flying squirrel and lands fine, but she does a simple sprint out of the kitchen and the next thing you know you're wondering if it's time for stitches or a helmet.
It's so fun to see her grow and watch her trying different things to see what works and try to remember what worked the last time. She's totally interested in cooking now, which makes me very happy - I can entertain her while I cook instead of hoping the books and animals would help me out til dinner was ready. She still loves her letters and numbers, and plop a notebook in front of her with a few pencils and she gives a sigh like she hasn't seen home in a week and goes to work. I love her wit, I appreciate her quietness and good grief, do I just admire the shit out of this kid. She's amazing. They're all amazing.
She's not only HUGE for her age (the size of a 4 year old and not quite 2.5), but she's doing the other types of growing.
She's not really into talking much.
She's very mischevious (in the sweetest way possible, of course!).
She is completely independent.
This girl does NOT like to have attention called to her, but she loves attention when she brings it on herself.
And boy, oh boy, is she a clever vixen!
In our living room, I have about a 4ft x 10ft area quartered off for my "office/studio/craft supply" area, and in that area, there are stashes of bubble wrap. First, I'll ask you - who doesn't love bubble wrap? Right, everyone. Then I'll ask you - what proper 2 year old would be able to resist it? Right, not one single 2 year old would be able to resist it. So, every chance she gets, if I'm in the kitchen, or engrossed on the computer, or in the shower or changing my clothes or otherwise disposed, I hear the crinkle of plastic between tiny fingers and subtle pops. Wherever I am, I usually call out "Step away from the bubble wrap!" and the crinkling stops... for a minute or two. Of course, this office area is also the most favorite place for our kitty to take his mid day naps in the sunshine, on a shelf that is just the same height as our windowsills. Our window sills are about 2 feet from the floor, so this provides a perfect height for Mira to join her kitty buddy for a little gazing out the window and slap and tickle time. These are also prime opportunities to "play" with the bubble wrap. So, today, when they were in their corner, sharing their fun times together and I heard a little crinkle of plastic, I snapped my neck to look around at her and see what she was up to. She totally knew what was coming, so she looked up at me innocently as if to say "I'm not playing with bubble wrap", upon confirmation, I said "You're fine." to which she answered "I know." and went on about her business.
Well!
Then last night after a game of "take every single book off the shelf and knock it onto the floor", I asked her "Do you want to pick up your books and put them back on the shelf?" and SHE COUNTER OFFERED ME! She asked me, without missing a beat "Do you wanna cook?" I was shocked! I'm still shocked!
Then there's the plain to see idea that clothes are completely inappropriate and should be banned in at least 12 states, but shoes and coats are fine.
And if you ask her if she wants a bath, she'll tell you "No", but 10 minutes later, when it's her idea she'll ask you "Bath?"
We're winding down from the terrible twos, but they sure do like to rear their scary head here and there.
We've jumped over the major bloodfest hurdle already too, after Mira went running out of the kitchen, tripped on her own feet and went sailing through the air head first into the doorjamb where a vacant hinge was waiting to greet her forehead with open arms. Funniest thing about that is that she climbs on everything, jumps off like she thinks she's a flying squirrel and lands fine, but she does a simple sprint out of the kitchen and the next thing you know you're wondering if it's time for stitches or a helmet.
It's so fun to see her grow and watch her trying different things to see what works and try to remember what worked the last time. She's totally interested in cooking now, which makes me very happy - I can entertain her while I cook instead of hoping the books and animals would help me out til dinner was ready. She still loves her letters and numbers, and plop a notebook in front of her with a few pencils and she gives a sigh like she hasn't seen home in a week and goes to work. I love her wit, I appreciate her quietness and good grief, do I just admire the shit out of this kid. She's amazing. They're all amazing.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Day 491: Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy!
Stuff that makes me happy:
Family
Good Friends
Food
Fresh Air
Small Surprises
Information
Stuff that makes me unhappy:
Ridiculousness
Being Placated
Being Wet
Throwing things away
Running Late
The things that are making me happiest lately?
Being with my lovely little family. Summers are tough for us - We are more like single parents than a family unit because of our hectic work schedules, so when we have the chance to all be together, it is absolutely enjoyable.
Spending time with good friends. I have been so lucky to have spent truly quality time with some of the most amazing people I've ever met in my whole life. Seriously: my soul weeps with joy from knowing these people, and when I get to hang out with them, I feel like a very very very very lucky girl.
Coconut oil, garlic, ginger, lavender, rosemary, vanilla and fresh made juice, and fresh produce.
And I don't want to talk about the stuff that makes me unhappy, because, well, it makes me unhappy and I don't want to talk about it!
Link of the Day:
http://jennamarblesblog.com/
Family
Good Friends
Food
Fresh Air
Small Surprises
Information
Stuff that makes me unhappy:
Ridiculousness
Being Placated
Being Wet
Throwing things away
Running Late
The things that are making me happiest lately?
Being with my lovely little family. Summers are tough for us - We are more like single parents than a family unit because of our hectic work schedules, so when we have the chance to all be together, it is absolutely enjoyable.
Spending time with good friends. I have been so lucky to have spent truly quality time with some of the most amazing people I've ever met in my whole life. Seriously: my soul weeps with joy from knowing these people, and when I get to hang out with them, I feel like a very very very very lucky girl.
Coconut oil, garlic, ginger, lavender, rosemary, vanilla and fresh made juice, and fresh produce.
And I don't want to talk about the stuff that makes me unhappy, because, well, it makes me unhappy and I don't want to talk about it!
Link of the Day:
http://jennamarblesblog.com/
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Day 487 : Running this race all by yourself, Kid.
Have you ever noticed - or maybe you are like this yourself - that there are people in this world who are extremely competitive?
I mean, extremely.
They have to be the fastest person on the road : no one can pass them.
They have to be first in line : they'll do just about anything to get somewhere before it opens, or leave a concert 20 minutes early to "beat the rush". (and not because they don't like to wait in lines, they just can't seem to allow themselves to be around all those losers at the same time, much less be caught in a stream of traffic with them - because, in their eyes, he who left 3rd might as well as left last because "nanny-nanny-boo-boo, you're stuck in traffic for 20 minutes now!")
They have to be the best (and I do mean THE BEST) at everything: cooking, working, walking (yeah, I said walking - you know what I'm talking about as someone tries to mask a casual glance at your gait then decides they have to change theirs to make it better than yours), talking, arguing, mudslinging - you freaking name it and they are trying to beat you at it.
And these people will go to extreme measures to "get to the top", and if they think you're below them, they'll expect you to help them get there. They'll ask "Uh, hey, would you mind..." and if you're like "Dude, I'm busy." they'll get totally ripped and snippy and comment on how worthless your efforts are like, "Seriously? You REALLY need to eat that box of Lucky Charms right now? That's ridiculous when I need you to help me put my treadmill in my trunk so I can run on my lunchbreak."
They'll bring up stuff like recipes in an innocent enough way, saying "Have you ever made stir-fry?" and when you're like "Sure! I love to make stir-fry! I like to put water chestnuts in, they're my ..." they'll cut you off to insert their own winning agenda "Yeah, but do you cut your own fresh vegetables (insert stinky face and low approving tone)or do you use those frozen mixed precut super duper cheap and amazingly convenient bags of vegetables to make it with?" Knowing full well that you prefer fresh veggies to anything even slightly processed, so when you answer with "Actually, no, I don't mind cutting..." Cut off again because the conversation was never really an actual conversation at all, but really just a platform for the competitor to show how much they are winning at life over you or anyone else who is (insert stinky face and approving tone) cutting up their own fresh vegetables for stir fry.
Not actual circumstances (I hope), but I think you get the point of my example.
Which I only bring up because I don't get it. I mean, I'm not running that race with these compettitors, but from all observations it would appear that they think I am.
And I don't mean to knock it : competitive natures can be very influential and motivating.
I just don't understand it.
But then again, I've never been that competitive unless I'm playing cards or a board game.
The rest of life for me is just an intertwining mess of experiences to be analyzed and mulled over and wondered about. Competitive natures being one of those things I've been experiencing a lot of lately.
Link of the Day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=JB7jSFeVz1U
I mean, extremely.
They have to be the fastest person on the road : no one can pass them.
They have to be first in line : they'll do just about anything to get somewhere before it opens, or leave a concert 20 minutes early to "beat the rush". (and not because they don't like to wait in lines, they just can't seem to allow themselves to be around all those losers at the same time, much less be caught in a stream of traffic with them - because, in their eyes, he who left 3rd might as well as left last because "nanny-nanny-boo-boo, you're stuck in traffic for 20 minutes now!")
They have to be the best (and I do mean THE BEST) at everything: cooking, working, walking (yeah, I said walking - you know what I'm talking about as someone tries to mask a casual glance at your gait then decides they have to change theirs to make it better than yours), talking, arguing, mudslinging - you freaking name it and they are trying to beat you at it.
And these people will go to extreme measures to "get to the top", and if they think you're below them, they'll expect you to help them get there. They'll ask "Uh, hey, would you mind..." and if you're like "Dude, I'm busy." they'll get totally ripped and snippy and comment on how worthless your efforts are like, "Seriously? You REALLY need to eat that box of Lucky Charms right now? That's ridiculous when I need you to help me put my treadmill in my trunk so I can run on my lunchbreak."
They'll bring up stuff like recipes in an innocent enough way, saying "Have you ever made stir-fry?" and when you're like "Sure! I love to make stir-fry! I like to put water chestnuts in, they're my ..." they'll cut you off to insert their own winning agenda "Yeah, but do you cut your own fresh vegetables (insert stinky face and low approving tone)or do you use those frozen mixed precut super duper cheap and amazingly convenient bags of vegetables to make it with?" Knowing full well that you prefer fresh veggies to anything even slightly processed, so when you answer with "Actually, no, I don't mind cutting..." Cut off again because the conversation was never really an actual conversation at all, but really just a platform for the competitor to show how much they are winning at life over you or anyone else who is (insert stinky face and approving tone) cutting up their own fresh vegetables for stir fry.
Not actual circumstances (I hope), but I think you get the point of my example.
Which I only bring up because I don't get it. I mean, I'm not running that race with these compettitors, but from all observations it would appear that they think I am.
And I don't mean to knock it : competitive natures can be very influential and motivating.
I just don't understand it.
But then again, I've never been that competitive unless I'm playing cards or a board game.
The rest of life for me is just an intertwining mess of experiences to be analyzed and mulled over and wondered about. Competitive natures being one of those things I've been experiencing a lot of lately.
Link of the Day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=JB7jSFeVz1U
Friday, August 10, 2012
Day 485 : Raw
There's no doubt about it: Raw is great.
Raw emotion
Raw talent
Raw food
It's all good.
So, to further my efforts for a healthier life, I'm trying to incorporate more raw foods into my diet and my family's diet.
I've resolved to eat either one raw meal a day or at least one raw side dish with at least one meal a day. I'm also trying to include 1 meatless day to my family's diet, or at least 1 meatless dinner a week. It isn't as difficult as it sounds it just requires a slight stray of thought from prepackaged food to "I can totally peel carrots & cut up a cucumber just as easily as I can heat up that package of corn." The nutritional advantages there alone are worth the effort, not to mention the 5 minutes. That's what I'm trying to do for my family, but really for myself, I'm trying to go meatless entirely. I don't know if I'll succeed at that or not, but I definitely feel like I want to try. I also think that the act of just trying to eliminate meat will at least help me reduce the amount of meat I eat.
And wheat, I want to reduce wheat too - replaced with more oats, quinoa and rice. I've already switched all the pasta in our house from wheat pasta to either rice, beans or quinoa pasta. None of this is easy to start, but it's certainly not difficult to carry on once you've done the research.
The other thing I'm realizing is that it's just a different kind of lifestyle to
A) include more raw food
B) reduce the amount of meat in our diet.
I think it will only help my efforts to create a healthier world for my family.
Plus, I'm still trying to lose weight from my pregnancy.
Still.
Losing weight by changing your eating habits is a slow process, but I can honestly say it's felt worth the wait so far. (Pun intended)
Link of the Day:
https://rawforbeauty.3dcartstores.com/
Raw emotion
Raw talent
Raw food
It's all good.
So, to further my efforts for a healthier life, I'm trying to incorporate more raw foods into my diet and my family's diet.
I've resolved to eat either one raw meal a day or at least one raw side dish with at least one meal a day. I'm also trying to include 1 meatless day to my family's diet, or at least 1 meatless dinner a week. It isn't as difficult as it sounds it just requires a slight stray of thought from prepackaged food to "I can totally peel carrots & cut up a cucumber just as easily as I can heat up that package of corn." The nutritional advantages there alone are worth the effort, not to mention the 5 minutes. That's what I'm trying to do for my family, but really for myself, I'm trying to go meatless entirely. I don't know if I'll succeed at that or not, but I definitely feel like I want to try. I also think that the act of just trying to eliminate meat will at least help me reduce the amount of meat I eat.
And wheat, I want to reduce wheat too - replaced with more oats, quinoa and rice. I've already switched all the pasta in our house from wheat pasta to either rice, beans or quinoa pasta. None of this is easy to start, but it's certainly not difficult to carry on once you've done the research.
The other thing I'm realizing is that it's just a different kind of lifestyle to
A) include more raw food
B) reduce the amount of meat in our diet.
I think it will only help my efforts to create a healthier world for my family.
Plus, I'm still trying to lose weight from my pregnancy.
Still.
Losing weight by changing your eating habits is a slow process, but I can honestly say it's felt worth the wait so far. (Pun intended)
Link of the Day:
https://rawforbeauty.3dcartstores.com/
Friday, July 13, 2012
Day 457: The small stuff.
Someone recently told me I don't update my blog, they didn't know what I was up to.
I can see that, I mean I wait until I really really need to get something out or until I just can't wait to share something or whatever, I don't share the small stuff.
And not even a good deal of the big stuff either!
So, here's a little mix:
Last month I started painting (like on canvas) I always wanted to, and I always thought I had decent ideas - or at least ideas I wanted to express anyway. So, I finally dug out the brushes and canvas boards, gesso, paints and pencils and got on with it. I'm pleased with what I've accomplished: I've painted both my logos, and completed two others. I'm currently working on two pieces and have concepts for three more. It makes me very happy and I am hopefully adding to my inventory to give Mamo's a delightful reopening in February.
Mira and I went to Gilbert Lake today to swim, play in the sand and meet up with Mira's Grandma Margie. On the walkway down to the beach area, I hit the one small place in the whole entire walkway where there is the potential for a topple over situation. And I toppled. Oh, man, did I ever topple. I was walking along, holding Mira's hand and I tried to shake her loose on my way down, but because she's such a good girl, she was squeezing nice and tight, so I just knocked her down with me. She cried, I laughed, we both have skinned knees. But we're both totally fine, really.
I'm trying, really trying to get some kind of a summer glow happening. Haven't had much of one of those in oh, probably close to two decades. Especially not on my legs - two years ago, during pregnancy I managed a little brown glow on my nose and shoulders, but not my legs. So, yeah, I'm doing everything I can to get a bit of that going on on the lower limbs. So far it's not working: I don't even get a burn, just stay pale and ghostly white.
I have a jalapeno growing, two tomatoes, and two clusters of grape (black grape) tomatoes. I am very very excited about my small but promising bounty.
I'm thinking about trying to do a food diary and a time study for one month. Being that I'm fairly forgetful until I've created a habit, I think it will probably take me one month of practice before I actually start the real month. During the practice month, I want to do another juice cleanse of at least 4 days. It changed my life the first time and I'm aching for the feelings of cleansed release from food. I realize that food is nothing for most people to fear, but I am terrified of food - I am powerless over food. Sounds ridiculous, I'm sure, but I'm just being truthful.
And now, I sign off for the day.
Link of the Day:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/10/health/elderly-experts-share-life-advice-in-cornell-project.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all
I can see that, I mean I wait until I really really need to get something out or until I just can't wait to share something or whatever, I don't share the small stuff.
And not even a good deal of the big stuff either!
So, here's a little mix:
Last month I started painting (like on canvas) I always wanted to, and I always thought I had decent ideas - or at least ideas I wanted to express anyway. So, I finally dug out the brushes and canvas boards, gesso, paints and pencils and got on with it. I'm pleased with what I've accomplished: I've painted both my logos, and completed two others. I'm currently working on two pieces and have concepts for three more. It makes me very happy and I am hopefully adding to my inventory to give Mamo's a delightful reopening in February.
Mira and I went to Gilbert Lake today to swim, play in the sand and meet up with Mira's Grandma Margie. On the walkway down to the beach area, I hit the one small place in the whole entire walkway where there is the potential for a topple over situation. And I toppled. Oh, man, did I ever topple. I was walking along, holding Mira's hand and I tried to shake her loose on my way down, but because she's such a good girl, she was squeezing nice and tight, so I just knocked her down with me. She cried, I laughed, we both have skinned knees. But we're both totally fine, really.
I'm trying, really trying to get some kind of a summer glow happening. Haven't had much of one of those in oh, probably close to two decades. Especially not on my legs - two years ago, during pregnancy I managed a little brown glow on my nose and shoulders, but not my legs. So, yeah, I'm doing everything I can to get a bit of that going on on the lower limbs. So far it's not working: I don't even get a burn, just stay pale and ghostly white.
I have a jalapeno growing, two tomatoes, and two clusters of grape (black grape) tomatoes. I am very very excited about my small but promising bounty.
I'm thinking about trying to do a food diary and a time study for one month. Being that I'm fairly forgetful until I've created a habit, I think it will probably take me one month of practice before I actually start the real month. During the practice month, I want to do another juice cleanse of at least 4 days. It changed my life the first time and I'm aching for the feelings of cleansed release from food. I realize that food is nothing for most people to fear, but I am terrified of food - I am powerless over food. Sounds ridiculous, I'm sure, but I'm just being truthful.
And now, I sign off for the day.
Link of the Day:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/10/health/elderly-experts-share-life-advice-in-cornell-project.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Day 447: It was a bright and shiny afternoon.
So the other day, I left work after a full day of slinging cardboard boxes in my then dirty grey tanktop, got in my old, rusty, filthy Subaru, put on WTF with Marc Maron (podcast) and started my hour long drive for home.
I saw a hitch hiker a few miles from work.
I waved, shrugged, as if to say "Sorry, Dude! I'm a woman in her car by herself, very tired after a long day of work and I gotta get home to my family!"
I looked in my rear view mirror, saw him sweatily raise his thumb at the next car behind me and thought "Bahhh, he'll be alright. Surely someone will stop and take pity on a middle aged dude with a bald head, full beard and tie-dyed t-shirt on a super hot day"
And I kept driving.
Then the guilt set in. I thought "He kind of looked like my good friend, So N So. I bet he's an alright dude if he looks like my friend So N So. I wonder what he's doing hitching a ride like that. Probably just trying to get to the middle of nowhere from the airport in Albany."
And I kept driving.
Then more guilt set in "Why didn't I stop and pick that guy up, anyway? Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid I won't get home fast enough and my family will say FUCK IT and leave me. I'm afraid this random guy who I don't know will harm me in some way. I'm afraid of this guy. I'm afraid of some guy who is just a fellow human being as far as I'm concerned: a guy who's never done anything to harm me in any way."
And that got me wondering about my faith in humanity. I mean I try to have it, I express that I think other people should have it. Is there some reason I don't.
Uh yeah. There are plenty of reasons I shouldn't have it, but I'm still hanging in there. I'm still hanging on to the faith that humanity is wholesome and good.
So I turned around.
I drove the several miles back to the turnaround where I could get back on the other side of the highway and pick that sweaty hitch hiker up.
I pulled over, I said "Sorry I didn't pick you up before, but then I thought about how you look like my friend So N So and I thought it's so fucking hot today, and I had to turn around and come pick you up"
He was glad I did, said Sunday's not a good day for hitch hikin', everybody's out travelin' with their families. His brother never picked him up from Albany, he's going to Richfield, his dog just ran away, he used to drive some equipment, blah blah blah and stranger silence all the way to the Stewarts in Richfield where he was hoping to charge his phone and get ahold of his asshole brother who left him stranded before.
I took a leap of faith in humanity. And it worked out.
I'm not condoning hitch hiking or picking up hitch hikers.
I'm just telling about a time I actively participated in my faith in humanity. A positive experience where everything worked out.
Link of the Day:
http://www.wtfpod.com/podcast
I saw a hitch hiker a few miles from work.
I waved, shrugged, as if to say "Sorry, Dude! I'm a woman in her car by herself, very tired after a long day of work and I gotta get home to my family!"
I looked in my rear view mirror, saw him sweatily raise his thumb at the next car behind me and thought "Bahhh, he'll be alright. Surely someone will stop and take pity on a middle aged dude with a bald head, full beard and tie-dyed t-shirt on a super hot day"
And I kept driving.
Then the guilt set in. I thought "He kind of looked like my good friend, So N So. I bet he's an alright dude if he looks like my friend So N So. I wonder what he's doing hitching a ride like that. Probably just trying to get to the middle of nowhere from the airport in Albany."
And I kept driving.
Then more guilt set in "Why didn't I stop and pick that guy up, anyway? Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid I won't get home fast enough and my family will say FUCK IT and leave me. I'm afraid this random guy who I don't know will harm me in some way. I'm afraid of this guy. I'm afraid of some guy who is just a fellow human being as far as I'm concerned: a guy who's never done anything to harm me in any way."
And that got me wondering about my faith in humanity. I mean I try to have it, I express that I think other people should have it. Is there some reason I don't.
Uh yeah. There are plenty of reasons I shouldn't have it, but I'm still hanging in there. I'm still hanging on to the faith that humanity is wholesome and good.
So I turned around.
I drove the several miles back to the turnaround where I could get back on the other side of the highway and pick that sweaty hitch hiker up.
I pulled over, I said "Sorry I didn't pick you up before, but then I thought about how you look like my friend So N So and I thought it's so fucking hot today, and I had to turn around and come pick you up"
He was glad I did, said Sunday's not a good day for hitch hikin', everybody's out travelin' with their families. His brother never picked him up from Albany, he's going to Richfield, his dog just ran away, he used to drive some equipment, blah blah blah and stranger silence all the way to the Stewarts in Richfield where he was hoping to charge his phone and get ahold of his asshole brother who left him stranded before.
I took a leap of faith in humanity. And it worked out.
I'm not condoning hitch hiking or picking up hitch hikers.
I'm just telling about a time I actively participated in my faith in humanity. A positive experience where everything worked out.
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