6/22/16

Overheard in Portland, Maine (that may be copyrighted and stuff...sawreeee!!):

"I was really looking forward to seven days.  Seven days of happiness.  Seven days of not fighting, no exasperated sighs, no walking out, no slamming doors, no angry silence, no eye rolling, no glances at other women, no feeling judged, no(thing).  Just happy.  Just fun.  

It’s been three.  On the fourth there shall be all of the above."  

And why does she look forward to just seven?!?!  Why not 50 days?  Why not 10 years?!?!  What makes her need at least seven?  Is it because she’s only had a few in the past years?  Is it because she feels inadequate and unwanted?  Is it because she feels like her jokes aren’t funny, her hair isn’t perfect, her nails are dirty, she dresses “like a boy”, she has no conversation to give?  Why?!  

Just tell her why. 

I’ll be over here at the bar…sitting quietly and listening.    

6/22/16

I met a small human today (last week, and the week before).  She’s ADORABLE.  With ATTITUDE.  Attitude that is taught and actually concerns me.  Alt-so!  OMG!!!  HAI!!!  I missed you blog thingy.  

-What are you doing?!?!

-Working, babes!  Why?

-No you’re not!!!

-Yes, I am.

-No you’re not

-Yes……………I am!

-You don’t look like you’re working.

-That’s because I’m talking to you right now.

(tongue stick out).  By her, not ME!!!

-You’re stupid

(Panda has sad…)

-Why do you have that thing on your leg?  (knee brace)

-Because it hurts and this makes it feel better.

-How did you hurt it?

-I don’t know!  It just happens sometimes.

——fast forward from a ton of back and forth——

-I like it that you’re hurt, so I can make fun of you.

(Panda has sad…again)

So, she’s smart and engaging.  She’s beautiful in every way…except the interaction part.  And a part of me wants to steal her away.  To bring her home and teach her that, YES!!!  Voice your opinions!  YES!!!  Say what you want!!  YES!!  Be who you are!!!  …but I feel that who she is at this point is a parrot.  She is somehow mimicking what is said to her and she feels that it’s ok(?), expected(?), condoned(?), natural(?), socially acceptable(?), to speak to other humans as such.  Dear Tiny Human,  It’s NOT OKAY.  I know you need attention.  I know you need a hug.  I know you need someone to recognize that you are extremely smart and witty, but I can’t be that human for you.  I will slightly engage you each and every day.  I will tell you that I love your hair style/dress/socks/attitude/etc., but I CAN NOT do any more.  I wish I could, love.  I wish I could.