Saturday, Jan. 13, 2007

A Bowl Full of Brain Fluff


Scenes From A Bath:

Kidlet: *takes her blue alligator bath toy and her green frog bath toy, and sits them on the ledge of her bath-city, under the trickling waterfall of a perforated cup that the K-girl keeps refilling*

"They're friends."

Me: "Your alligator and your frog are friends? Aw, that's nice, baby."

Kidlet: *presses the front of the frog against the front of the alligator*

"Hug. Kiss. Mwa."

Me: "Yes, friends hug and kiss sometimes. That's sweet. I'm glad they're friends."

Kidlet: *turns to look up at me, wet hair plastered in swirls to her little head*

"Mommy. Friends hug, kiss and share."

Me: *heart swells from the prune that it normally is to three times its normal size*

And I couldn't have said it better, myself.

***

The Football Goddess must have been smiling on me today, as she granted the teams I wanted to advance in the playoffs the wins that they needed to do so. I believe I've mentioned before my little soft spot for the Colts, and my crush on Peyton. He's such a cutie. I was watching a bit of the press conference after the game, and he talked about how the Colts showing up in Baltimore is like picking a barely-healed scab. (For those of you who don't keep up with NFL drama, they were the Baltimore Colts for 40 years, before the owner at the time moved them to Indy in 1984. There was a lot of bad blood in the transition, and fans have a hard time forgiving stuff like that.) He mentioned that there were "a lot of middle fingers, on the drive into town", which I can only imagine.

Plus, since I am a Steelers fan, the Ravens are definitely high on my personal hit list. I loved Air McNair when he was an Oiler, but now that he's in Baltimore, I have to admit that my estimation of him has sunk a few levels. And, I used to be lukewarm about the Eagles, but since they decided to put Garcia in their QB slot, they've fallen out of any favor they ever had with me. There are just some people in the world that rub me the wrong way, and if I had to watch Garcia's smug, punchable face go all the way to the Super Bowl, and I wasn't able to, in fact, punch him, I think my head would just pop like a squeezed grape. And I'm against that. Plus, I like Brees.

Yes, I am a QB girl. I know I've mentioned that before. And I am also given to preferences that have no rhyme or reason, and may very well be decided by a tea leaf reading and an abnormal weather pattern. So sue me.

Now, if we can just get rid of the Patriots, I'll feel so much better. I have no opinion, currently, about the Seahawks or the Bears. But, hang around, and I may develop one.

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You know that entry I meant to write the other day? The one I alluded to? The 'placeholder' business?

Yeah? Here 'tis.

Again inspired by the mighty Stone Girl, she wrote an entry that she titled, "Why Do Humans Get Lonely?".
And in it, if you choose not to click the link and go read for yourself, she talks about how different personalities feel differently about loneliness.

In the Myers-Briggs Personality Test SG refers to, I am an INTJ. Which, if you go here, is called "The Scientist", and I can't exactly deny that, now, can I? Reading the description over again, it's a fairly accurate thumbnail, or at least as accurate as a handful of paragraphs can be about a person's psyche.

I've always been the person who feels lonely in the middle of a raging party. Pretty much every single solitary party I've ever attended, actually, including my own birthday shindigs, from tween til present day. I always feel like there's some kind of bubble around me, insulating me, keeping people apart from me. I don't know if I'm projecting it, if people are picking up on some unseen vibe and avoiding me, or if it's just something I was born with. I've always felt that I was meant to be an observer in life, and whether this calling comes from an inborn, constant loneliness or the other way around, I may never really know the answer.

So, to answer you, SG -- I have no idea why some people feel lonely and other people never feel that way. Or, maybe their definition of 'lonely' is different than ours? It definitely makes one think.

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And, to end on an oddly related note:





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saturncat at 9:41 p.m.

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