Sharing My World 11/26/18

If your five year old self woke up in your current body, what would happen, what would you say? I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t remember being five. I don’t remember much of my life before ten. So I would suppose that if I woke up a five year old in a fifty-three year old body, I ‘d be downright frightened of everything. Especially this fifty-three year old body, because it doesn’t work right. I mean, when one is five, one is (generally) at the peak of health. Everything works as it should, and one knows their place in the world. Just look at how agile kids are. This body I have right here? It’s nowhere near the peak of health. It hurts for no particular reason and I’ve lost my center. Yeah, I’m working on regaining my center, but my five year old self wouldn’t know that. I would imagine that waking up in this body would be a nightmare for a five year old mind. If I were my five year old self, I’d want to go right back to sleep and end that nightmare right away.

What is a relationship deal breaker for you?  Whether you are talking about a romantic one, a friendship or a related to sort of relationship? I will never ever deal with someone who is an alcoholic (or drug addict) again. Never. I understand that being an alcoholic is a disease, and that I should be sympathetic, but having that disorder is their burden to bear. Not mine. Listen, dear reader, I’ve been the sympathetic friend/ significant other in the past, and it’s only burned me. Example, my psycho ex was a drunk.  Okay, he was self medicating his bipolar disorder with booze and sinus medication (it’s a thing, look it up). But he was not the only drunk I’ve dealt with. No he was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

Now, having said that, I do not care if a friend or family member goes out and parties once in a while. I did so myself when I was younger and there’s nothing wrong with going out and getting smashed to let off steam. But! there is a line. It’s a big line… between partying with friends and addiction to booze/drugs. And if that line is crossed and someone isn’t willing to get help. I’m gone. Friend, lover, husband, family, I don’t care. I’m out. Because I can’t deal with it again. 

To lighten the mood: 

Is there something out there, a thought, an idea, a current event, or a fear that you find deeply unsettling? Horror porn. Not necessarily “porn” as in people having sex. I’m okay with that. It’s the horror genre in general. When we turned sixteen, my mom rented two movies for our birthday, Friday the 13th (the original, we’re that old) and The Changeling  because we were having a slumber party and we thought watching scary movies would be fun… (You can read a funny anecdote about that here).  Anyway, after we watched those films, I got to thinking about Friday the 13th which, when you think about it is pretty tame by today’s standards, but back then, in 1980, was a big deal  and the more I thought about it the more it just… bothered me.

Original movie poster (wiki)

Because as I thought about it, I realized that someone wrote that movie…  wrote it as a movie, for people to watch.  I mean, I read horror books, but one can dismiss the gore in a book because its not as in your face as blood splashed all over the screen. That’s my opinion anyway.  So someone wrote Friday the 13th as a movie, and other people agreed that it was a good idea, and then they made it.  And what disturbed me more (my 16 year old self) was that people acted for the movie, they pretended to kill other people, to be killed to be frightened… to be a part of this horrific nightmare… All of these actors, special effects artists, directors, producers, and whatnot took part in something that if it happened in real life would be the stuff of headlines around the world (at the time). And we — my friends and  I — watched it, and we kind of enjoyed it. And at a very deep and psychological level, that disturbed me.  And since the first Friday the 13th, the horror genre has only gotten more popular and more… gory. And I’ve avoided it for the most part because yeah… not a fan. It still disturbs me. 

And one that is a bit whimsical:

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I just don’t know.

If you were arrested with no explanation, what would your friends and family assume you had done? I’m gonna be honest here, I have no idea. Now, if you’da asked me this ten or more years ago when I was struggling, I might have said shoplifting — I haven’t shoplifted since I was a kid (teenager really), mind you. But damn, the temptation was strong when we were living hand to mouth.  So yeah… my family might have thought I’da given in to the temptation back then. But right now? I am nonplussed. They might fill me in after reading this, but since I spend all day alone in my house these days, I can’t think of a crime I *can* commit to tell y’all the truth.  Unless they’re arresting me for something they think I did way back when I was young and crazy… but the statute of limitations has long run out on… I’ve said too much. ^_^  hahahaha! I kid! I kid! I’ve always been very careful to stay on the sunny side of legal. I would not do well in jail or prison.


What were you grateful for this week?  Something that brought some joy into your world?  I’m going to preface this by saying that I have nothing against this question, the following is just something that’s on my mind that this question brought to the front. So don’t take this as an assault against the question, I’m digressing.  Anyway, I am in this forum where the ladies there have been listing something that they’re grateful for every day vis-à-vis this calendar:

And I was going to do these prompts along with them, but you know what, dear reader? I just couldn’t. I mean, despite the fact that some of them are repeats of the same prompt worded differently (yawn), I just can’t break down the things I’m “grateful” for to minute detail like that.  It’s kind of like picking favorites.  My mind doesn’t work that way.  There are so many things in the world that I’m grateful for. The computer I’m typing this post on, for one, and the very ability to make this post. Not to mention the fact that I can read and write — it’s not a given that we as humans are able to do that, you know. Speaking is innate — reading and writing are not. The fact that I live in a country where reading, writing and basic arithmetic are considered the minimum one should be able to do. It wasn’t always like that. Basic education is not guaranteed world wide. I think many Americans don’t consider that when they’re sending their children to school.

Anyway… I’m grateful for the roof over my head, the fact that I have enough to eat, and that I have clothes on my back.  Every day, I’m glad to greet the morning — broken body or not.  Because each night, dear reader, I go to sleep with the full knowledge that I might not wake up in the morning. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Miswired brain… I has one. So yeah, I’m awake today, and I’m glad of it. I’m alive, my husband is doing well, my pets are around me, and we’re all pretty happy together. So yeah… I’m good with that. I don’t need to break things down to small tastes, smells, or foods to remember to be grateful for this world I live in. Even when I grumble about my stupid body, I’m glad I have one, and that it works — kinda. ^_^ Things could be far, far worse, and I’m grateful that they are not.

Now, to properly answer the question as asked… Doug and I went out shopping yesterday to look for a present for his friend.  Won’t say where or for whom because who knows who reads this blog? Not me. Anyway, we walked for quite a bit around the shopping center. Did you realize, dear reader, that those big outdoor shopping centers are taking the place of malls? I have no problem with that because I’m okay with walking around shopping centers, but when it’s raining, malls are a bit more convenient. ^_^ Anyway, we ducked into the food court and I found a Mediterranean place that had lamb kabobs. I haven’t had lamb in a dog’s age. They were pretty good.  So, day out with the hubs, we went shopping, and ate lunch out again. This might become a habit! ^_^ 

Mille Lacs Bavarian Beer Mustard

Oh, and there was a World Market at this shopping center. I love World Market. They were having a sale on all of their “miniature” (read: sample) food item so we bought a bunch of little things like beer mustard, pomegranate jelly, hot sauce, and stuff like that — things we wouldn’t buy  full size because there’s just the two of us and things like that tend to go bad in the fridge. But this tiny thing? We’ll probably use it right up. I love miniature stuff. I really do. And it was all on sale, so there’s that. We bought a few other things there too. But the little miniatures really made my day.

Via Melanie’s Share your World

3 thoughts on “Sharing My World 11/26/18

  1. Melanie B Cee

    Well now see there? You DID find something that brought joy to you… a wee pot of mustard (imagine the Irish accent)… I’ve been struggling with how to word that last one, because ‘gratitude’ and ‘thankful’ get overworked. Joy seemed a good compromise…whaddya think? Thanks for Sharing Your World and I’m glad you’re feeling well enough (and strong enough) to go out and just do things. It’s great to read about! (and I’m with you on that horror business. Ugh.)

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    1. Willow Post author

      It’s fun to go out and about again. When we lived in NM, Doug and I went out every weekend, but I kind of just… stopped doing that. So it’s nice to get back into it. I hope my momentum keeps up.


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