Where do I even START?! One day, I checked my new followers and there was this really interesting person saying all these very clever things. I thought hmmm, okay, I’ll bite. Since that fateful day I hit the follow button, he has consistently made me laugh. Day in and day out he’s banging them out and that’s no joke. You can take that shit to the bank! On top of that, he helped me figure out how to put comments on my first Tumblr and has just generally been a super-awesome-terrific person that lives in the internet; when I have a problem, when I don’t, when I don’t know I have a problem but I do. And ON TOP OF ALL THAT, he was the one who told me I should go follow this other very funny person: Permenter. Yes, the same Permenter who declared it Biorhythmist day. I know right? I just got the chills.
1.) … hat sie ja nicht mehr alle! 2.) … hat einen an der Klatsche! 3.) … spinnt! 4.) … hat nicht alle Tassen im Schrank! 5.) … tickt nicht richtig! 6.) … hat einen an der Waffel! 7.) … hat einen Dachschaden! 8.) … hat ein Rad ab! 9.) … hat einen Knall! 10.) … ist nicht ganz dicht!
Great list, but where are the solemnly crazy represented? These are decidedly-enthusiastic crazies, der Waffel! being my favorite because it sounds insanely delicious.
This is the 2nd Friday night in a row I’ve panicked and cried and questioned everyone’s motives.
The same people who liked/loved me 12 hours ago now think I’m completely unimportant.
The same job I was great at this morning, I’m awful at by quitting time.
Started out the day as a social butterfly. Now I don’t want to leave the house til Monday.
Great mom & wife -> Horrible mom & wife
Cute -> Fugly
Calm -> Keyed up
Hilarious -> Cliche
Forgiving -> Grudgy
The outside world doesn’t change as fast as I think it does. I’m neither as awesome as I think I am sometimes nor as worthless as I think I am at other times. This is all fake stuff that my mind creates. So as long as I can remind myself of that, it doesn’t seem so bad.
(Disclaimer: if you are in any way sensitive to new-agey mumbo-jumbo, you might want to skip this. But remember, excessive eye rolling will make your eyes freeze like that and there you’ll be, forever known as Freezy McEyerolly.)
Here’s my take: there is no outside world. Every morning I wake up and reinvent my reality from scratch. I try to think of what I’m grateful for. I try to remember how awesome life is, how not-too-shabby I am. Most mornings are easy, but some are freekin haaaard. Every morning, I decide what kind of person I’m going to be and how I’m going to interact with the world. I have to, otherwise I’ll fall into the abyss and start speculating: am I too (this)? do they think I’m (that)? and that never ends well. Especially regarding mom-related things. I just have to know I’m a good person and open my eyes to the interactions I’m having and how, on a scale of 0 to GREAT, most of them are on the upper half of the scale. Recently, it’s been easier because I’ve been able to ask myself ‘Well, are you breathing today? Are you on this planet? Yes?’ and I’m already happier.
I have to experience the world from the inside out, not staring in at myself inside the fishbowl, taking mental notes of every fuckup. Days I succeed at this, good things happen to me and people are generally very nice to me because I’m just on the wavelength that everything is wonderful. Days I get caught up in the “outside world” I end up having a kinda crappy day and wondering what the hell is wrong with people, and me. Yes this is very The Secret-y (actually more Abraham-Hicks if you must know) but I just wanted to tell you what works for me and you can take it for what it’s worth. Tumblr and Twitter are 2 places where I can experience this firsthand and getting to heart and star things that make me smile is like an affirmation of how good I’ve got it, to be surrounded by such superduperness (couldn’t use awesome again).
PS: I think you’re cute and hilarious and everything else in your left-hand column.