Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Curses




Some days, I would like to be the evil (okay, maybe not evil, but certainly vindictive) witch of fairy tales.  I'd really like to curse some people for being so offensive.  Saturday was one of those days.  I was not in a great mood due to being behind schedule, having a messy house, and a mosquito bite right on my ear where my glasses sit. My husband was off fixing someone's car. The kids were supposed to be cleaning their room, but they were whining and fighting instead. Worse, I kept being confronted with evidence that some people are just really, really awful.  Reading the news online is sometimes a lesson in developing enough prescience to know when you should stop scrolling, and I had failed. One nasty comment from a nasty person just sent me into a funk that I had a hard time escaping.

One thought cheered me immensely, though. I nearly acted upon it.  It was almost to delicious to pass up, but it would probably earn me quite a bit of karma, though.  I nearly cursed the woman to have every nasty comment she ever uttered revisited in the form of others passing judgement and snark on her, where ever she went.  Fitting for a woman who claimed that Korea is her favorite country because abortion is illegal (and now these women can't give their babies up for adoption because a new law requires both parental signatures and is causing women to abandon babies in unsafe places), single mothers are shunned (and shamed and left with no help raising their children), and the resulting children ostracized for being born.  As far as curses go, it's a pretty good one.

It's probably a good thing magic doesn't work like it does in fantasy. Some of us, who are prone to rash, yet not completely unfounded, thoughts would be causing misery regularly.  We'd also be raking in bad karma by the dump truck load. I don't think it would help improve society mostly because we would be the bad guys, no matter how justified our hurt or anger.  Since cursing isn't nice, I'm going to have to stick with humor and the knowledge that eventually, what goes around comes around, usually in some twisted and unexpected fashion.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Cha cha cha?

"Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it's a cha cha." - Robert Brault



It's one of those weeks again when everything seems out to bollix up life, and it's only Monday.  Stresses from the extended families are heating up (including a visit from my in-laws). Heather is dealing with a set back in her mom's care. Kids are misbehaving. My time is being gobbled by PTA stuff (in spite of me trying to implement boundaries).Cars are being squirrelly, and I can't tell if I'm pregnant or not (pregnancy tests aren't super reliable for me).

I'd like to think all of these obstacles and steps back are a dance, but it's straining my enthusiasm and imagination to even attempt to say that. If this is a dance, then I need to a way to change the tempo and possible the melody. This one is exhausting and confusing. A nice waltz might be preferable to this, at least it would be predictable.