The Human Condition

Today I waxed my legs and didn't make a mess, which gives me great satisfaction.

I woke up with words and to-do's circling my head like a newsreel.

Days when I wake up like that are good days.

They are days with purpose.

I grabbed my journal and wrote things like, "eat fiber" and "pray about job" and "bring cup downstairs."

My friend has been sending me Bible chunks via text so I can get away with not actually opening the thing to get my daily bread (this is debatable).

When was the last time you saw an elderly woman smoking in her car?  I saw one last week. For some reason I was mildly shocked. Most ladies must be dead before they get to be seen old and smoking at traffic lights.

Did you know that male peacocks actually rattle their tail feathers when they spread them? It's true! It's not just the colors they use to impress; it's the noise of the latticework of their feathers rubbing rapidly against each other for a few seconds at a time.

I heard it with my own ears.

Mom told me my ears got red yesterday when I was upset.

That in itself is rather upsetting, since with my haircut I might not be able to hide my angst behind hair and a blank face.

Not that I'm a very opaque person to begin with.

I was upset because instead of complaining to my face a very sweet and jovial guest at my waxing center went and mentioned me by name  in a negative comment on yelp.

It took till today for me to listen to reason say "she's one of a hundred or so people you've served AND PLEASED so far!"

Don't you love reuniting with friends and finding that you're still friends just like you were before?

I just watched one of the "Airplane" movies and got the feeling that I could be laughing harder if I chose. It has the air of a cult flick and I desperately wanted to be a part of the cult, but the movie and its humor reached me in an unsaturated way as gray as its color scheme. It makes me realize that I really am helplessly a product of my times since I do respond much better to contemporary humor.

That makes me think of a "comedian" named Chonda Pierce. She uses comedy to "reach" people for God. My only problem with this is that she uses comedy as the hook and then switches to drawn out sad and serious songs, ballet numbers, and talks.

I'd rather be reached without the bait and switch method.

There's a book in my friends' bathroom (in which you have to sit on the toilet sideways because the room is so small - cute, right?) that is titled something like "1,000 Feelings Which Have No Name." I think I've mentioned it before.  I'll describe one of my own: the internal conflict between knowing I love working with guests and not wanting them to come in because I like sitting around and doing nothing"

I'm thinking this might have something to do with the human condition.

Nevertheless, I really hate that nagging feeling, and also the human condition.