Random Things I Have Thought

It’s another slow news day today. I am very content and growing in my mindfulness practice, but honestly, there wasn’t a lot of crazy, sexy, or cool things that happened to me today.

So, here’s a look into my mind instead. Some random things I have thought about in the past.

Do guys use that vertical slit in the front of their underwear to pee from? If not, what is that slit for?

Do some people really and truly prefer pie to cake? How do they live their lives being so odd?

Do other people feel intense joy when something really great happens for someone they know or even a stranger? Am I the only one who gets emotionally invested in positive things that have nothing to do with me? I actively avoid negative things that have nothing to do with me.

When someone TPs another person’s house, do they go buy cheap toilet tissue especially for the occasion? Surely they don’t use their personal stash of Charmin, right?

How is everyone else able to handle alcohol so much better than me? What’s the damn secret?

Does anyone really think that garlic presses are really that great? I admire Gordon Ramsay and he uses one, but I’ve always kind of thought they were horseshit

What kind of random things are you thinking about?

A Visit to the Houston Tea Festival

Have you ever been to a tea festival? Have you ever heard of a tea festival?

Well, neither had I until today. Thanks to one of my very best friends, I had the opportunity to travel a little bit south of Houston today and attend the Houston tea Festival.

The tea Festival was held at a hotel near the Johnson Space Center. I have never been to the Johnson Space Center either, but I now have a reason to go back to this part of Texas.

There were a lot of people there, including the driver of this car and owner of this bumper sticker.

Based on all of the dirty Subarus in the parking lot, I was eager to get inside and check out all of the funny free spirits lurking about. I joked that the tea festival might just be a cover up for some kind of fun illegal drug operation, but turns out I was wrong. It was a seriously legit festival of tea.

Our wait in line for tickets was both long and lively. We chatted up a couple of ladies behind us. We talked about the perils of growing up in organized religion and the humor of Sunday school, bible study, and priests who were too hot to be priests. Turns out, female parishioners from every religion have eyeballs, and occasionally, there exists a religious leader who could easily put down his Bible and pick up a leather vest to make serious money entertaining the ladies, if you catch my drift.

However, I realize that you might not catch my drift, so to be clear, we talked about preachers who were handsome enough to do things other than preach, you know, like modeling or stripping. My friend and the ladies behind me had personal knowledge of such gentlemen. I have to admit that there were no such gentlemen at the church where I grew up.

I always have the most odd conversations with strangers; I swear.

Back to the tea…

The first stop was the matcha tasting experience. I call it an experience because we also had the chance to make origami pinwheels. We were given a choice of several different origami projects and the pinwheel was supposedly the least difficult. I asked for something lower than level 1, but the instructor either didn’t hear me or thought I was joking. I wasn’t joking. My pinwheel was cute but completely non functioning.

My friend’s turned out cute and it worked better.

Next, we got to sit down and try the matcha. The instructor showed me how to use the bamboo whisk to make foam. I was decent at it and she enthusiastically said GOOD twice.

The tea came with a tiny cookie, which I arranged to photograph with my pinwheel and another piece of origami, a hat, that a delightful young instructor gave me.

Next, we went to the main area where there were tea purveyors and a terribly unfunny comedian / yo-yo dude. We found out that the poor guy works for free and was reprimanded once for taking off his shirt during a performance. I felt kind of sorry for him after learning that he is both unpaid and must remained fully clothed.

I bought this magical tea, because who can resist magic?

On the way to lunch afterwards, I got this video of the aircraft outside of the NASA area .

What a nice day!

And I didn’t have to write about soap again today!

Until tomorrow my friends…

Cheat Day #2

Guess who got a new client?

ME!

Guess who worked all day and now she’s kind of tired?

ALSO ME!

Guess who ate a lunchable, one half a cupcake, and two corndogs for dinner?

I am embarrassed to say that yes, it is also me.

My brain is kind of a block of cement right now. Not much going in or out in terms of creativity.

Buttttt, way back on March 15, 2006, my brain was working just fine and I wrote the poem below.

What do you think?

All rights reserved. You may not copy, share, or anything else other than read this poem silently, from your screen.

ENJOY!

Poem:

“I Won’t Be”

I won’t be a fairy tale.

Some times I’ll run away

And write unnecessary lines about love

And possibly about you

For an entire day,

But while you do

Whatever it is you do

While I am gone

Know that my heart never left

And my body is on the way back home.

 

I won’t be a princess.

Sometimes I throw my drawers on the floor

For a few moments

While I am in the shower

Or until the next day

When I’ll kick them to the other side of the door

But walk by them and think

Of how much I love you.

 

I won’t always be so nice.

I am fighting an internal and eternal struggle

Against pessimism and while I learn how to win

There will be some days

That I simply cannot explain

But know that no matter what

Your smile

Or an eye kiss

Or that thing you do when

You lean down at me and squint

Is all the reassurance I need

To win the battle going on inside.

A Dirty Word

I finally know why I hate the term “introvert.”

I’ve never liked it, even though many people like me identify themselves as an introvert.

I have introverted qualities.

I don’t particularly enjoy the company of other people, usually, and I’ve always been like that.

The people I do usually enjoy are people like me, who also don’t really enjoy the company of other people. As you can imagine, mostly liking people who don’t like people while being a person who doesn’t like people can make relationships very difficult, to say the least.

I like quiet. Aside from blasting music from my stereo, I strongly prefer if almost everyone and everything was quiet all the time. Unnecessary noise is absolutely maddening to me. Perhaps this is why I hate small talk? A person making unnecessary noise is one of the most terrible things that can happen, in my opinion.

I love animals. I go to parties and immediately find the animals more interesting . I’ve told people not to take it personally, but frankly, to hell with it, the honest truth is I do prefer your dog or cat to you, most likely.

I could go on, but you get the point. But, whenever I have been called an introvert, I have to admit that I arrogantly denied the claim and laughed it off in a cynical manner.

But if you see a duck, and that duck quacks, if the duck is waddling around, waiting for you to throw the crackers on the ground, then how dare the damn duck not just accept that it is, in fact, a duck?

Because I’m not just a got damn duck.

Because I’m not just an introvert.

Because to hell with yet another label. Because to hell with me applying a label to myself. I have the rest of the world to stick labels on me.

I’m a dynamic being. I’m not shy; I’m selective with whom I choose to spend energy. I’m not quiet; I’m just genuinely not interested and I’m preserving my energy by not fawning interest.

I’m not an asshole; I’m frank. This is something that is not always appreciated.

I’m not callous; I’m apologetic when the sorry truly comes from my heart.

I’m a dynamic speaker. I’m funny. I’m a storyteller. I’m a listener. I’m engaging. I read people; I’m on the same plane as them. I am blessed with an admirable ability to coax secrets from strangers.

I’m a lot of stuff.

You’re a lot of stuff, too.

I say to hell with labeling yourself as something because as soon as you do that, you remove the possibility that you could be, and likely are, a lot of other interesting things.

You, like me, are dynamic. The dynamic nature of your humanness means you will be this and that, both now and then.

You’re awesome.

And I’m amazing.

I’m not an introvert.

I’m Nicole.

A Trip to IKEA

Yes, today, I am going to write about the trip that I took to IKEA today. I could write about the most impactful people and times of my life every day, but what would be the fun in that?

Have you ever played hooky from work and went to do something that would otherwise be tedious or boring but because you are SUPPOSED to be working, that thing is now the most magical activity ever? That’s what it’s like to go to IKEA at 2:00 pm on a Wednesday.

The parking was easy, navigating the aisles were easy, walking past their vast collection of printed napkins was not easy.

This trip to IKEA wasn’t especially interesting or revolutionary. I went there to look their offerings in the home office storage department. I took lots of photos of things I would like or would use. I actually only bought a glass bowl to organize my tea collection and two fabric closet organizers. I didn’t even bother to pay 50 cents for a bag, or whatever they cost nowadays.

I love going to IKEA and seeing all the nifty ways they display living solutions on the showroom floor. I always leave there thinking, oh, yeah, I could totally live in less than 300 square feet, even though I am sure the smallest apartment I’ve ever lived in was at least twice that size.

I am also a little achy today, and I am admittedly not feeling very creative. Too much time slumped over my computer coupled with general and ongoing anxiety, has left me in one big ole knot.

What mundane thing did you do today?

Until tomorrow, my friends…

Meaningful Media

A writer is a reader

A good writer is an avid reader.

In the past, I have been asked about how I acquired my command of the English language.  Even though English is notoriously difficult to learn, it can be done with some ease if you read. A lot. All the time.

I have recently rediscovered my fondness for poetry books and personal anecdotes.  I’ve also purchased two issues of “The New Yorker ” in the past month. It’s always good for highly intellectual articles and a challenge to my vocabulary skillset.

Last week, I fell in love with this little book. I read it in a day.  It’s a personal anecdote about meeting life’s changes humbly. I loved it.

What are you reading?

Until tomorrow my friends…

Cheat Day #1

I predicted this.

I predicted, before I started this experiment, this commitment, that some days, I will just be exhausted and not have the will to write.

What will I do on these days? Break my commitment to writing everyday? Well, no , not exactly, but kind of.

On these days, let’s call this cheat day #1, I will share something that I have written in the past. The rules are: 1) It can be anything that I have written in the past and 2) I will not edit it to change the meaning or tone of what I meant at that time.

So, please enjoy this strange, one page anecdote that I wrote way back, almost 7 years ago, on 08/24/2011.

ENJOY

 

A day in the life of corporate America (or The Little Leaf that Could)

 

Today at work, I was sitting outside the building, taking what I like to call my non-smoker smoke break. I came up with this idea after seeing fellow smoking co-workers eagerly plod down the hallway past my office, off to take their smoke breaks. I became a bit jealous, admittedly, and decided to simply go outside, too (and not smoke).

So there I sat, on the green, cast iron rocking chairs in front of my building. A young, blond girl from Human Resources, in all of her young and blonde glory, came by and asked what I was doing. I thought the answer to that question was rather obvious. I was obviously sitting in a chair, rocking back forth, hence the name of the chair. That description describes one hundred percent of my activity at that time. But, I knew her asking the obvious question was an attempt to make conversation, so I decided to one-up her. Not only would I answer her question; I would answer it with a bit of wit and humor.

“I am warming up,” I said, referring to the freezing 65°F that is the normal temperature for our office building.

“Ha ha…that shouldn’t take too long,” she replied. She went on to chat for a few more minutes about some topic in which I was even less interested. I was honestly very happy to see her enter the building. I was tired of both envying her gorgeous shoes and feigning interest in her uninteresting story.

So, returned to my peaceful sitting. No iPhone in my hand. No computer in front of me. Just sitting. And just then, I had an epiphany. Instead of just looking straight ahead (into the parking lot full of good ole’ boy trucks parked next to pretentious eco-friendly trash), why won’t I look UP? UP! UP!! How often do adults look up at the clouds? I wondered to myself. So, I looked up. I relaxed my fluffy ponytail and head on the back of the chair and looked up at the sky. My eyes seemed to react…they seemed to wonder what I was doing. I decided to try to find shapes in the clouds, like little kids do (or something).

I looked for a few seconds when from the corner of my left eye, I saw a small leaf fluttering down, seemingly coming from nowhere. It made its slow descent and landed on one of the tables. I was almost shocked. No, I was completely shocked. Shocked because there are no trees around for quite some distance. There are especially no trees on top of the building. And the leaf just seemed to float down from exactly nowhere.

I looked around. I looked up. Not wanting to seem silly or even the least bit un-cool, I casually stood up and stretched. I even faked a little moan when I stretched, you know, to seem like my stretch was the most authentic stretch ever stretched. I sauntered over to the leaf and looked down. I looked up again, to try to see where it may have come from. Still, no idea. I picked up the small leaf and looked into the windows of the building next to me. The dark tint prevented me from seeing how many people were staring down at me and this incredible, appearing from nowhere, little leaf.

I knew that there were probably dozens of people sitting at their desks inside the building, just cheering me on to keep the leaf and one day describe the awesomeness that broke up the monotony of their corporate America lives. This leaf would have to represent all that we wanted to be- free and floating carelessly, not frozen by overzealous air conditioning or fattened by our sedimentary lifestyles. And all of our freedom would have to come out of nowhere, just like the little leaf.