You know, I’m not sure why it seems like I only post when prompted, but I don’t want you to think that I’ve been swallowed by the pressures of life. I’m here, and I thought i didn’t have anything to blog about. However, I’ve reconsidered. In fact, I’ve got all kinds of things to complain about. I created the first blog 5 lowly years ago because I was upset and sad, shortly after moving to Atlanta. I had so many questions brewing in my head and in addition, stuff was always happening that made me wonder if everyone else is crazy or if I was the crazy one. After reading the most recent episode in the Tomfoolery Chronicles, I decided that there is just an abundance of stupid people in the world, and I have the fortune, as well as my friend J, and others, of attracting them. Not to say that everyone I know has some major problem. I am also not saying that I do not have problems, but if you read that sentence and said, “OH BUT YOU HAVE PROBLEMS TOO” I want you to kindly shut your monkey mouth and just read, because that’s the kind of statement that has driven me to blogging today.

I know, it’s not polite to insult your reader friends. *I* know I have problems. However, my purely mentioning something I am irritated with doesn’t always have to turn into your deflecting my statement by saying, “OH YEAH?? WELL YOU.. blah blah blah.” OH GOOD LORD in heaven do I detest that.

*dancing* I am setting the mood with a little James Brown, Funky Good Time. I feel like I should be drinking a big beer too. I don’t actually drink beer though because aside from the horrible taste, it gives me indigestion, like any other carbonated beverage. WHEN ON EARTH did I become intolerant to carbonated beverages??? I had some sparkling wine over Christmas that set me over the edge. I haven’t been the same since. I can’t even have sparkling water without clutching my stomach.

Anyway, case in point: I just took a break and went outside (I’m at work) to warm up, as it’s plenty hot outside, yet freezing in here. I talked on the phone for a few moments, then proceeded back toward the door to go back into the hospital. As I was walking, I was thinking about how Eli’s car wouldn’t start, as it was he who I was talking to, and this random guy wearing this bright tail shirt and pants with so many colors in them I thought he might have stolen them from Mr Brown says, “Um.. Are you ok?”

I stopped, cocked my head to the side with wonder, and said, “Yeah?”

He continues, “I just saw you walking there and you looked like you were crying.”

My head is still turned to the side as I responded, “No… I’m not crying. I guess I was thinking about something really hard.”

Random man adds (while getting that “Ooh this is my opportunity to kick some game, and here i go! look”), “Oh ok, you had me deeply concerned right there. I was looking in my pockets for tissues, didn’t have no tissues. I was going to go inside to ask for some but I didn’t want you to walk back by yourself, such a pretty thing.”

At this point, I start cracking up because it occurs to me that I’ve been stung by crazy.  So I responded, “I’m sorry, sir, for startling you.  I’m just fine” and walked quickly back inside.

If I had one of J’s fail pictures, I think this would be an appropriate place to insert one.

More to come.