In case you can't tell, I've been having quite a few of these moments lately:
Which has led me on a path to self-discovery. It's the new year, after all, and while my resolutions usually involve vague half-formed thoughts like "save more money" and "dinner cannot be a block of cheese four nights a week," this traveling around and learning new things has led me to realize that I am made up of two contradicting personality traits. These traits are:
- A deeply rooted anti-establishment bias that makes me want to shuffle into a cave and distrustfully eyeball anyone who approaches;
- And a hyper-competitive, anxious-minded weirdo who does things because they might be better in some abstract way, never mind that the #1 trait is saying, "Yeah, don't do that."
Good. So I've come to realize who I am after thirty years of being alive and eating a lot of cheese. The next step is acceptance.
But I don't want to become a stale old pony, plodding along and never growing as an individual. Which is why I experimented a bit with some grammatical blunders. While I usually embody an acolyte worshiping at the altar of the Grammatical God of Pleonasm (much to the delight of my coworkers and friends, I'm sure), I've decided I'm giving up on grammar and spelling and embracing laziness. I tried out this approach with my brother. He was not really impressed:
I stand by my appraisal. This whole new hobby warrants further experimentation.
If a Japanese book about tidying up and paring down is not your cup of tea, then read MEN EXPLAIN THINGS TO ME by Rebecca Solnit. It was a recent read of mine, and it's an excellent collection of essays that are quite thought-provoking (though not nearly as acidly funny as the title of the book suggests. Many are downright heartbreaking). As a woman, I, too have suffered through men explaining things to me that I already perfectly understand. A man patronizingly called me "darling" at work the other day, and I nearly beat him to death with a fried fish patty (not really. But in my head, it was a violent affair). These things happen, people. It's still a patriarchal society.
Let's end this disastrous post with a picture of Queen Sisuaq, who I won't see for over a month. She is a cute little fluffer, forever and ever (amen).
|Photo by David Pettibone, artist extraordinaire.|