Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Seeing In Black and White
I am in a mood.
There are reasons, sure, like the fact that Marcy is at a writing cabin, and isolation, though I am an introvert, isolation is not comfortable to me. I did not sleep well last night. I drank a whole beer and I'm a lightweight and it made me toss and turn. I did not dance yesterday.
I could go on, but that's getting boring, isn't it?
Whining is boring.
When I am in a mood like this, suddenly I see the world around me in very black and white terms and everything and anything has the potential to turn me into PissedChick. An unproductive chick if ever there was one. She is pissed. Period. She doesn't do anything about it; she takes no action. She just sits around being pissed.
Yep. That's good for everyone.
The only thing she does, really, is demand to be fed, and here are some of her favorite foods:
She loves Media in all shapes and form. Media's main purpose is to make us feel some very bad things: weakness, as if we can't change the world; fear, ditto; and insufficiency on all levels -- I am insufficiently thin and I have insufficient funds, just for two examples.
Yum, Media. PissedChick gorges on this stuff. You'll find it stuck between her teeth and there are specks of it on her shirt.
She'll also seek out the edges of traditional Media for dessert. I know everyone reading this has to have a blog or two that just...annoys them. I used to have a few in my reader. When I feel like this, I notice PissedChick googling for those blogs. They make her feel either righteous or downtrodden, depends on the flavor.
If I let her out in public (and oh, boy, I will not be doing that today!), PissedChick loves to engage in arguments. Anything will do. They are smooth and intoxicating like a fantastic pinot noir.
PissedChick almost -- it was very close -- she almost got a hold of the keyboard today. She almost wrote this blog post. Oh, would she have told you a few things. And you would have seen the light -- or else.
Instead, I saw that she was here and I called Marcy out at her writing cabin and we talked it through. Marcy sees through PissedChick's tricks much more quickly than I do and she knows just what to say to make her go away.
So here I am, tender BlissChick, tip toeing around her and trying not to look at her. She loves attention; it gives her strength.
I know that if I dance today, you'll be able to hear her melting screams wherever you are.