I seem to have woken up in a different dimension this morning…one where everything is blanketed in several shades of “blah”. Dull gray, dull brown, dull green. If the weather report is correct, we are soon to be covered in several shades of white, but the temperature isn’t cooperating, and so we’re stuck under a thick, heavy, dark rain cloud until such time as God sees fit to turn the ugliness into a gigantic snow globe.
Yesterday, I ventured out of my cozy little corner of the world and went into town with my husband and son, to see a friend who was helping a friend at a local craft show (also to deliver to said friend a birthday present that is two months late, but I digress). Aside from the few minutes of socializing, and apart from the fact that I (hopefully) brightened the day of two family members with the delivery of some home-made butterscotch and chocolate chip cookies, I think the day away from home was a total flop.
I could have been here, not wearing uncomfortable shoes, not crammed into uncomfortable jeans (the very same recently purchased jeans that I spoke of earlier…when, oh when will I learn to try clothes on BEFORE I buy them?). I could have been washing dishes…or doing laundry….
Hmm. From that point of view, maybe I was better off going to town after all.
Although, every time I take a trip into the Outside World (the one not just beyond my own front door, but beyond the limits of the itty bitty ‘village’ I live in), I find dozens of things to be dissatisfied with. I’m not sure if I do this on purpose or not…however, I’m open to the possibility that when I go out, I actually do LOOK for things to irritate me about Humanity at large, thereby giving myself rock-solid excuses to NOT go out ever again.
People drive like crap. Not only do they not know how to handle a four-way stop or use their turn-signals when they are turning (rather than the wonderful Chronic Turners who never seem to BE turning anywhere), they also have to add Technology into the already disastrous mix of them being behind the wheel of a car in the first place, by talking on their phone whilst cutting other people off and making left-hand turns from the furthest right-hand lane and ignoring the fact that the light turned red a good 30 seconds before they even got to the intersection.
Death and destruction and mayhem everywhere, I’m telling you.
And it’s all made more interesting and exciting when my husband is driving, although I refuse to repeat 99% of the things he feels compelled to yell at the other people on the road. What I CAN tell you is that yesterday’s excursion only served to remind him of the organization that he would very much like to start- M.A.B.O.P. (Men Against Bitches On the Phone (I’d like to point out the possibility that my husband did not, in fact, think of this first…possibly it had already been thought of, and I only heard of it for the first time through my husband’s road-rage)). He thought of this years ago, back when we lived in a bigger city full of college kids and highschoolers who had free reign of the streets and too many people to talk to while cruising aimlessly around. At first I was offended; just because a woman was talking on the phone while driving didn’t make her a ‘bitch’, and anyway, only crappy rappers should ever refer to women in general as ‘bitches’.
So there.
But, as it turns out, my husband has reserved that term for ONLY the women who talk on the phone while driving and therefore drive like idiots. He has no problems with the ones who can talk and drive decently. Or the ones who can talk and drive and smoke and eat without causing a ten-car pile-up. Or me, because while I may drive like the woman that I am, I don’t pull out in front of speeding cars (except that one time when I merged into the lane directly in front of a semi) or slam on the brakes for no apparent reason when there are twenty cars behind me.
Probably I should take this as a compliment.
At any rate, it suddenly occurs to me that due to living in such a quiet little place, my husband and I have pretty much turned into hermits, having zero desire to take place in the madness of anywhere with traffic, shopping centers, or more than ten people gathering in any one place. We both get overly wound-up and frazzled with each trip into town, and when we return to the peace and quiet of here, it’s hard to imagine that anywhere else in the world is worth visiting.
And it is on that anti-social note that I shall now leave you, so that I can finish decorating the Christmas tree that YES, I have already put up. I couldn’t help it.