World, I can't do it anymore.

Let me just say that I always thought the whole idea of being eco-friendly was ridiculous. Or, at least, it was/is getting a little ridiculous. Eco-this, eco-that, organic-this, organic-that. But, that's all I really would like to comment on that.

But, in spite of my distaste of all of that ... I decided to do something that would be 'nice to the environment.' So, I bought a pair of shoes, eco-friendly shoes. Eco-sneaks as they are better called.

At first I was so proud of myself for doing something good (even if I did think the price was ridiculous). Then after a few days ...

...The sneaks started to have some foul odor. And, sure, they're shoes .... they connect to feet ... feet smell ... sometimes ... you can connect the dots. But, no. That was absolutely not the case. These sneaks have a mind of their own ... something about the recycled material(old tire, and some other things I can't remember), just ... makes them the most foul smelling thing I have ever owned. (I don't really remember the smell of everything I owned, so perhaps that is not true, but ...)

So, all that I can say now is, I am done trying to save the world one step at a time. I can't do it anymore. I would rather walk around without smelling like, like ... well it's best I try not explain it.

And, I'm sorry world but I just can't do it anymore.

just another day in the neighborhood

"Excuse me miss, are you lost?"

'Uh, no. I'm fine, thanks.'

"Oh, sorry ... you just looked a little lost."

Yes, these are the kinds of conversations that happen on a regular basis, to me.

Enough said.

Choppin' Broccoli...the fluffy part at least.

Well, for some reason I started to think of this incident that happened in the midst of a birthday party, birthday party sometime around age 8? 9? ...

We were all gathered around watching a movie…ya know a nice little gathering in the living room. I can’t for the life of me remember what movie it was. Perhaps one of those ridiculously girlie or ridiculously stupid or ridiculously sad movies I don’t know, probably trendy and strange…who knows I certainly wasn’t paying any attention to it.

So, point being all that I remember from this night is asking the birthday girl’s mother in the middle of the movie . . . ”Do you like the stem of the broccoli or the fluffy part?”

Yes, dead serious I asked this question. And I asked it as if it was some life or death matter that I had to get resolved right at that moment. I was newly obsessed (eh, maybe just ‘like’) with broccoli. I only liked the stem – I despised (ok, maybe just ‘not-liked’) the, as I called it – (and still call it) the fluffy part. And I just had to know anything and everything broccoli. And, most certainly what everyone else thought of it.

I was brushed off by this mother, she said: “wait, wait, I’m watching the movie” And,I also received the “wait a minute” finger, the annoyance in her voice, and that strange "shut the heck up" tone in her voice. (ok, so maybe I exaggerate)

A few minutes later she finally answered me and said that her favorite part of broccoli was the 'fluffy part.' And I must say I was disappointed. How could anyone like that part? ... seriously? But, she also said that she like both parts...ugh.

Then she continued to watch the movie like nothing happened ... and I continued to ponder all that there is about broccoli. Who really knows why I was so obsessed with this, suppose I was always stuck in some sort of analyzing things mode ... no? My mind is always off on some other planet? dunno.

(Oh, and just for the record, I now prefer the 'fluffy part' to the stem...) ;)

I ask...

Why can't I use this excuse for so many things I need to get done?

I HAVE FOUND YOU, ehm, INSPIRATION!!

...and all thanks to some crazy chick talking on the phone in the hallway. :)

So, let’s just get right on down to business, shall we? The words that follow are of the crazy chick that made me laugh, and laugh … and, ah. It was a nice (silent) outburst of laughter and you know what else. :) (words are paraphrased of course – I am not able to remember every little thing from the conversation)

“So on Wednesday it was, like, raining out. And, so I went outside and started
running in the puddles, but not like, running-running- just running ya know with
my arms out like an airplane ya know. So then I came inside and this kid, Josh,
asked me if I was an Art major. And I said, ‘No, I’m an Early Childhood Education
major” and then he was like, “oh, that explains a lot of things” like
sarcastically. (with added emphasis on the later words) See, that’s the problem
‘cause nobody else *does* that….”

Yes, that was what I thought, too … what is the problem? The fact that people don’t run around in puddles? The fact that people don't automatically guess major you have? The fact that people don’t pretend they are airplanes or any other type of machine? The fact that people don’t say ‘like’ a lot? The fact that people don’t have random moments of psychosis? The fact that….

Well, you can think whatever you want. Or you can not think at all. I refuse to put any serious reflection into this. Perhaps you can understand why this brings me so much, ehm, joy. Perhaps you cannot. But, ah, that’s always the problem you see. ;)