I always appreciate it when I discover someone has actually LISTENED to me...I have a short-coming with men--it SEEMS like they listen to what you say but I have discovered years ago that they don't really HEAR anything or they hear some of it and prefer to tell themselves, 'f**k her...she's pretty timid...I'll get by with doing anything I want'; which, regardless whether I ever bring up a situation again or not, I can pleasantly (and darkly) hold a HELL OF A GRUDGE. Yes, I won't forget, and that means things that happened 30 years ago.
(It was funny, but at basketball last night, the young ref got off on a tangent about men--she'd had it up to HERE [motioning to her chin] and wasn't going to show interest in THEM again because THEY weren't worth it... I grinned at this--such bitterness in a cute 23 year old!)
Perhaps their heads are wrapped in sheets of imaginary sound-proof bubble-wrap....NO. That's just crap. I won't even try to make up excuses for them.
But my appreciation hasn't been mentioned yet!
Thank you, Google, for posting the birthday of a surreal artist today: Rene Magritte.
I was overjoyed when someone approached me (male, in fact: young enough that the typical errors made by his elderly male influences have yet not marred his tender young soul! ha!) and said, 'Ms. D! Did you see Google? It has that artist....Renny Magrit or however you say it...the one with no faces!" I was delighted that he remembered our discussion of several weeks ago and told him so.
(Although, had it been a little too thought-provoking to explain that the artist was said to 'hide' his painted faces behind painted objects because when he was a young boy he'd seen his mother's wet nightgown wrapped around her head as they pulled her drowned body from the water?? Or was telling this little tidbit of information the soul reason that the artist was vividly remembered??!! Hmmm.)
I made an a$$ of myself this morning by tripping completely over a small space heater--catching my shins hard and bowling (BOWLING-ha-Magritte!) myself over the top, flat as a pancake in the early morning dark after taking a shower and trying to find my glasses. Unfortunately I did not have a towel wrapped around my head as a blind excuse for this amazing gymnastical feat. Here is the asinine part: I did the exact same thing 1 hour later when I rushed back into the house to turn off a light. (sheepish look here)
By the time I got to work a couple minutes later, I could hardly move my head from side to side--so much for weeks of chiro visits; I efft up my shoulder/back good this time and told this little story of the 'stealthy killer spaceheater' to a (supposedly) concerned workmate when he asked me what was wrong...
How nice that someone cared!
Luckily I got a chiro appointment right after work. As I was leaving I was asked 'why I was going and how I'd messed up my neck?' BY THE SAME PERSON MENTIONED in the paragraph right above this one.
See what I mean???
