I am confused. I have written three draft posts pertaining to current events during the months of April and May 2011. These drafts have turned into voices in my head, rattling around faster and louder when I catch news stories, other blog posts, Twitter feeds and Facebook commentaries.
Blogary, you know when you get really angry and write an angry letter or email, friends will advise you to sleep on it before sending, right? Friends (and family for that matter) advise you to give yourself a cooling off period. Well, I am doing my best to keep the voices in my head, giving myself the recommended cooling off period. Alas, as I mentioned earlier, the voices increase when I stumble across other posts, news articles, editorials, etc.
With the voices and thoughts in my head bubbling and boiling over, I have come to a point where I need to delicately release the steam for fear I will explode.
Gently, I start to twist the cap of my mind to the right. Wait. That makes it tighter. Oh yeah, it’s righty tighty – lefty loosey. As I was saying, gently I start to twist the cap of my mind to the left. Pssssssss…..
Last week I was inspired to write after I read a post regarding the President Obama/Trump trifle. In my opinion, the stories were a waste of time, bringing no value to our world. As I noticed the stories turn into a racial issue, I became angry. Why do humans always feel the need to bring up race? How on earth are we to walk through life blind to the color of our sisters and brothers, when every five minutes someone accuses someone else of some sort of racial bias. My disagreeing with you, regardless of your color, has nothing to do with your color. Please, give me credit for actually having a point of view broader than what I see before me, and I will gladly listen to your retort. Okay? However, if you are going to respond with something that insinuates your color or the color of the person to whom I am referring had something to do with my opinion, then our conversation is over. One cannot discuss a one-sided opinion.
For those folks out there who do have a problem with one color or another, step aside, please. We don’t need you to interfere with those trying to make the world a better place. Okay? Thanks.
Slowly twisting the cap of my mind a little more, more voices escape. Psssssss…..
There was a wedding. A Royal Wedding! What fun! Yes Blogary, I know I already wrote to you about the wedding. But remember? What a wonderful distraction from the non-pomp and non-circumstance of my non-royal life. The Royal Wedding Watchers were mocked by many, claiming there were more important things taking place in the world. I won’t argue that point. But, this non-royal needed a potty break from all the crap. And yes, I washed my hands.
Continuing to twist the cap of my mind to the left, the steam finds its release. Psssssssss……
The voices in my head are battling around views regarding the death of Osama Bin Laden. The voices in my head question the kind of reaction his death should generate: a guilt-free dancing reaction? a guilt-laden praying for the soul of the trigger man reaction? a ‘shake my fist’ at the United States for wanting to kill needlessly throughout the world reaction? or, an ignorance is bliss reaction, tap dancing to the fact that Kendra was eliminated from Dancing with the Stars, while Ralph Macchio and Kirstie Allie remain?
Frankly Blogary, I am glad Osama Bin Laden is dead. That is my opinion. I am glad he is dead. I am grateful for everyone who played a role in his death. (Know what Blogary? I don’t even care about the color of the people involved – I am simply grateful. Crazy, eh?)
Oh great, I just learned photographs picturing a dead Osama Bin Laden will not be released. My voices are starting to run around in circles. What will the conspiracy theorists say? Can’t we move beyond this? Aren’t the conspiracy theorists aware of Photoshop and airbrushing? What’s to say a photo couldn’t be created even if he wasn’t dead? Does my butt look big in these pants?
Finally Blogary, what remains in my head is, for the most part, harmless. So, I twist the cap on my mind all the way to the left, releasing every ounce of steam once and for all. Pssssssssssss……..
My friend Andrea HT is in the midst of planning her Mom’s celebration of life, which is taking place in June. This Sunday, my friend is spending Mother’s Day without her Mom. My friend is not alone, I know several people who are celebrating Mother’s Day without their Mom; some of those Moms are still alive, though mentally ravaged with a memory stealing disease. What a drag.
Speaking of drags, (and no, I don’t mean men dressing up as women (not that there is anything wrong with that)) a blogger recently wrote a post about his brother, who is in the midst of a cancer battle. Raise your hand if you know someone battling cancer. I know! My hand is raised, too! Cancer sucks! While I am grateful for the progress that has been made with research and treatment, my heart continues to break for those in the battle – physically and emotionally.
Unrelated but still rattling around in my head, where are my kids and how can I increase the font on my computer? I swear, I am so used to having my kids at my feet, yet lately – they’ve been off doing their own thing. Last week, I was on the phone chatting with a friend for over 45 minutes. No big deal, you say? Whatever. My kids were home at the time. Both of them. Since when did it become possible to have a 45 minute conversation with a friend without interruption during normal daylight hours? Meanwhile, the font on my computer is tiny. Either that or the eyesight of this 42 yr old is becoming weaker. It’s the font. Has to be the font.
One more thing, because I’ve already pass the 1,100 word mark. Why not drag this out a little longer, eh? My 6yr old is teaching my 4 3/4 yr old (5 in June) how to play Chess. I am 42yrs old, and I haven’t a clue how to play Chess. Honestly, I wish they would agree to playing a game of Go Fish or Crazy 8s for a change. They never want to play Go Fish or Crazy 8s with me anymore.
P.S. The voices, the news, the game of Chess … all of it reminds me of a scene from Moonstruck with Pop:
Be kind. Take care of yourself and each other.
16 thoughts on “I’m serious about the voices.”
I want to know how you had two kids three months apart. You think you’re confused. When did they change the gestation period??!! 😀
Dang. He’s 6yrs. And they are 17 months apart. I’ll fix that little fact. Just checking to see if you were really reading, Soul Dipper. *sigh* Math as always challenged me, add the voices to the mix and well, “Danger! Danger! Danger Will Robinson!”
Thank you for letting me know! Cheers!
My dad taught me to play chess when I was about six…I still don’t enjoy playing it…I’ll play Crazy 8’s with you!
Cool! Would you mind playing Spades and Hearts with me, too? I’m hoping I can teach the boys those card games, too.
Here’s hoping the Chess ‘love’ is a phase. A very short lived phase. 🙂
Reading this post, I feel like you’re in my head! (And yes, lots of voices in there rattling around…very noisy)
Some days, the planets align and my kids actually let me have a phone conversation too. It’s always very startling when that happens, I think, what are on earth are they up to?!
Isn’t it noisy? And when the kids aren’t entertaining themselves, the noise is even louder! Ack!
Darla, I was literally stunned when I got off the phone and realized I had not been interrupted. I even got a little sad. My boys are growing up! No worries, I was over the sadness pretty quickly. (smile)
Here’s to a quiet weekend with little voice activity.
It is a bit sad! When I notice they’re off doing their own thing…at first I feel shocked, then happy…then sad. Makes me realize they really are growing up at lightning speed. I know the day they’re off at college and the house is quiet again are around the corner. (sniff, sniff)
You know, Darla, I have no desire to go back to when they were infants; but, at this point – it seems they are growing faster than ever. You are right – they will be out of the house and in college before we know it. Ack. Good thing we still have today. I snuggled with my youngest this morning and read Cows in the Kitchen with him. Cute and fun book. Nice way to begin the day.
Oh don’t you dare go and get sad that your boys are getting a little more independent! You should be happy! Thrilled! It means a little bit more YOU time. I’m absolutely thrilled that my kids can play together in the morning. Do you know why? Well, I’ll tell you why. I get to sleep in! I couldn’t do that when they needed me morning, noon and night! However…they aren’t so independent that they don’t need me at all. They still come and get hugs and kisses and snuggles.
But you know what? I miss getting hugs and kisses and snuggles from my mommy. Yes, I am 45 years old and I still want my mommy. I hope that my kids will feel the same when they are my age. Because I will still want to hug and kiss and snuggle with them.
I know, Andrea HT. You and your Mom gave each other the best hugs and snuggles to each other. I hear you. I am sure, if you are anything like your Mom (and you are), your kids will want the hugs and snuggles from you – regardless of age. It’s in your jeans. Er, I mean genes.
Love you! Mean it!
Ah kindred spirit,
Let the voices sing. Let them be heard. Let’s hear each other, argue and agree to disagree and always be friends. Let’s love our neighbors, even though they are not of our origin. Even though their education only inspires endless episodes of Jerry Springer. Let’s visit those undergoing endless chemotherapy, the cure worse than the disease, depending how you look at it.and bring them a cheery gift to lift their day. Let’s celebrate life and family, birthdays and holidays and everyday that we can go to bed and say well nothing out of the ordinary happened today.
Be a variable in this equation called life and never apologize for having a voice. Be a song of many notes. Sing.
gmom and kindred spirit, that is beautiful! I could not agree more. The part about episodes of Jerry Springer? A belly laugh and priceless.
Thank you for singing with me.
you inspired me. My best friend has been battling breast cancer for years, is not of my race and can only converse on subjects having to do with trash t.v. of which she is addicted. It’s a trial for me sometimes. But I love her good heart.
Prayers to you and your friend, GMom. I’m sure your friend appreciates your good heart, too. ~ lenore
Great post. Sounds like there’s a lot rattling around up there. I always have so much I’m thinking about and part of me finds it stressful to constantly get worked up about ideas, but the other part of me realizes if I try and turn them off I may not be able to turn them back on and get good ideas when I need them.
Thanks, Paul. I find it hard to sift through the genuine crazy thoughts and the post-worthy thoughts. If I go too long without writing something down, even on a post-it, the thoughts become a casserole of ideas, though not necessarily a tasty casserole. With all due respect, I find it a wee bit comforting to learn you get a little stressed and worked up with ideas. That said, I cannot imagine you without a good idea. Honest.