22nd
“When Life Gives You Lemons You Paint That Shit Gold”
First things first. Laura and I dragged our asses to a real, live laundromat this evening, as our dryer… well… it no longer does the only purpose it has in this world. And now! we have clean, soft, DRY! clothes that don’t smell like wet dog. Amazing! We were pretty stoked. Almost too stoked actually. Well… maybe that was mostly me, but oh wellz. You get the piktcha! We even made a new friend. Turns out, laundromats are awesome places to take your kids. We met a wee, bilingual lass, who goes by the name of Maria. She claimed she was 13yrs.old, but she was in kindergarten and very short for a 13yr.old, so…. my guess tells me that she was lying about her age. We played games with her for the majority of the time we were there, and it turned out to be quite the time. She also claimed she was “psychic,” so I asked her my fortune. Evidently, I will be going on a fieldtrip tomorrow. I can only hope her predictions were correct. However, with my luck, the “fieldtrip” will most likely be to another hall to work, or something of that sort. Woo? Anyhoo. Having the Mary Poppins purse that I have, I was able to pass on two glow-stick bracelets to her. I don’t know if that made her night, but I would like to think that it did. Along with all of the game playing. She definitely had a good laundromat experience. Glad we could be of service :)
This gets me to the whole point (or one of the points, at least) of this entry. It really is the small things that make life and the world.
I have recently gone through another one of those phases that every human being on the right track of being in tune with the self goes through. Breaking yourself down in order to build yourself up again. Lots of questioning myself, etc. On top of that, I quite literally have nothing going on in my life. Because of this, I was stressing myself out over a handful of nothings, thinking far too hard and into everything, worrying, etc. And then I had my epiphany. I have absolutely nothing to worry about. Aside from the money issues I’ve been enduring (and even those are getting better), everything is perfect. I am right where I want to be, and don’t have anything to figure out. I am the happiest I have been in quite some time. My confidence is at an all-time high, and I am just trying to enjoy life to the best of my ability. Everything is beautiful. And everything is filled with delicious amazingness. And hilarity. Which brings me to a realization I made on the number 6 bus this afternoon…
Over the past four years, I have learned that life is two things: beautiful and hilarious. I know that sounds incredibly cliche, and corny even. But alas, it is true. I figured out the beautiful part a while ago, but hilarity has only become apparent and obvious in recent times. Everything is hilarious. Everything. Life isn’t meant to be taken seriously at any moment. Which! brings me to another topic…
Since I’ve moved off of myself, I’ve moved on to observing the people around me. People are interesting. People are fascinating. Even the dullest crayon in the world holds multiple facets of uniqueness. And is thus, still vastly interesting. And I am a very curious girl. It’s become a nice way to occupy my mind by picking out where people are in their development process. To figure out their specific qualities, mannerisms, methodologies, ideologies, thought processes/mind sets. How their minds work. What drives or annoys them. What their vulnerabilities, weaknesses, limitations are. How they approach certain/specific situations, problems, etc. And how they adapt themselves. And so forth.
There is one big factor involved in all of this. You need to be able to handle yourself before you will ever be able to handle others. It’s almost surprising how few people have this down.
