Do you ever have one of those days when you really don’t know what’s going on? I’m having one of those days today. Often when I sit here in my rose-pink cube (I despise rose-pink), looking out the window on gray days, I lose track of time and space and feel as though I’ve lived my whole life in this rose-pink cube. It creeps me out. Today isn’t like that. Today feels even weirder, and it’s scaring me because it’s not chemically induced.
Dreams
It started with some really messed up dreams right before I woke up. Not those kind of dreams, my pervy friends, but the kind that leave you going, “Now where did THAT come from? And what was that person doing there? I haven’t thought about ___ in years!” I woke up not really knowing exactly what time of year it was or where I had to be that day. Thankfully, I figured it out. January. A Thursday. My presence was requested at work.
Disturbing News
Having sloughed off that disorientation, I learned that the banshees weren’t finished with me yet. On my way to work, I heard a story on the BBC that I swore had to be fake. It wasn’t. I listened, horrified, to a tale about parents in Seattle, Washington, who had surgery performed on their severely mentally and physically disabled daughter to have her remain a child, literally, forever, so that they could better care for her. OK, I understand that caring for such a child is very, very difficult, but was this the answer? Apparently this series of procedures was approved by the hospital ethics board, so I’d imagine that there are some other issues in play, but this seems like nothing short of mutilation to me. Regardless, it definitely wasn’t the usual news.
Classic Boy Freakout
Then I got to work and read an e-mail from a friend. Last night her boyfriend discovered that he was happy, so naturally it was time for him to break up with her. The timing could not have been worse for her life. A couple of you male readers have asked what women want. I don’t believe in blanket statements for “men” and “women,” but here’s a thing that many women, myself included, have experienced, and it confuses the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of us. It goes a bit like this.
You start dating a guy. You hit it off. You think that you might like to go out with him again, and so you do. You aren’t thinking of this as a “relationship.” You are just enjoying his company. Things, however, are going well. The conversation’s great; other things are great as well. You spend more time together, and things continue to be great. Sometimes the guy even starts talking like he’d like things to get a bit more serious. You think that might be nice.
Then, WHAMO! The guy says, “Um, I really like you, but I don’t want to have a relationship right now, so I think it’s best that we stop seeing each other.”
WHAT THE HELL? THEN WHY DID YOU ACT LIKE YOU WANTED ONE?!
Nothing shy of breaking up with someone by e-mail (a-hem) pisses off women I know more. I’d say that it was something we were doing, but to tell you the truth, we are all very different people. We date different “types” of men. And we’ve all had this happen to us more than once, at different points in our lives. We call it the “Classic Boy Freakout.” We hate it. It confuses the hell out of us, which makes it somewhat appropriate for this day.
Seattle’s Geography and Grey’s Anatomy
So then Carissa Marie and I had this lengthy conversation about the location of Seattle Grace Hospital on Grey’s Anatomy. Being from the Promised Land of Seattle (as she calls it), Carissa is very offended that the show’s creators cannot seem to decide where, exactly, they’d like this hospital to be. I’ve assured her that since Grey’s is pretty much a soap opera, the hospital can teleport at will. She doesn’t seem to believe me. All the talk about Seattle’s geography, completely unfamiliar to me, is not helping my sense of dislocation.
Simply Wacky News
Then Carissa sent me a link to this story. A bank issued a credit card to a cat. The cat’s name is Messiah. Salvation through shopping. Interesting concept.
And then I read about THIS. An unidentified chunk of something astral landed in someone’s house in New Jersey. It’s shiny and metallic looking, and they have no idea what it is. Come to think of it, this might make the most sense of all.
More later when things return to normal.
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Too bad I can't teleport at will when my life seems to be a bit too much like a soap opera.
Speaking of which, have you joined the Sexy Knitter's Club yet?
No, I keep meaning to, but every time I think of it, I'm here. Somehow Sexy Knitter doesn't seem work appropriate.
Oh! And for the record, I'm not offended that they can't figure out where the hospital is supposed to be. I merely have elitist disdain for the producers who should have known better and picked only one fake location for the hospital instead of three (which happen to be several miles apart).
I am offended, though, that they called it a "Mocha-Latte." WTF is a Mocha-Latte? It sounds like some nasty "coffee drink" Dunkin Donuts would have invented. Any Seattlite worth their chocolate covered espresso beans would know that it's either a Mocha or it's a Latte....not both. Pfff.
Screw having a medical consultant. They need a Coffee consultant!
True, true. I never noticed, as I don't drink that kind of stuff, but you would think that in Seattle, of all places, they'd get the coffee right.
A strange day for sure. We all have days that just somehow seem misaligned.
I read about the falling asteroid, or whatever it is, and it reminded me of Donny Darko.
I love, love, love that movie.
That disabled kid story is SO very weird. I think it's totally for their parents' convenience, and probably for future caregivers' convenience. The thing I can't figure out is if they had enough money to have all these operations done, then why not use that money to make sure she will always get the quality care they want her to have-I mean, after the parents' are gone, who will take care of her and with what money? Plus, they are both treating her like an inanimate object and a human being. The fact that the ethics board is quoted as saying the parents "convinced" them that this was in the kid's best interests, makes me think: "NEVER go to this particular hospital."
No kidding. It seems incredibly wrong to me. I can't believe that anyone would do this to their child, even if experts said it was the right thing to do.
I don't know how I feel about the little girl thing? That's debatable, isn't it? Even if the parents motives were in order, you have to wonder, right?
I hate those dreams that stay with you all day and you wait for the other shoe to drop. I woke up with some lost time and the feeling I'd been anal probed,but it was aliens I should be so lucky, it was just the drink and where the remote control ended up.
I'm afraid I'm not wondering. I'm judging. I can't believe that it's right, but I just didn't want to come right out and say that the parents are horrible.
Knudsen, only you would get anal probing in there. Reminds me of the Kids in the Hall.
Sassy, you're still dreaming. None of this is happening.
You're about to wake up and it'll be thursday morning all over again …
good god, darling, you make my day look normal. And i HATE the classic boy freakout...i had a guy who decided we couldnt be together cause he didnt like missing me when i wasnt around. Naturally he changed his mind when he realized how that decision would lead to him missing me a lot more often....
dumbass.
Dive, I hope it's not Thursday morning, except for my friend's sake. I'm home now, and tomorrow's Friday.
Well, as I live and continue to draw breath, Taihae! Great to hear from you. I've never understood the Classic Boy Freakout either. What goes on in their little minds.
Time to go read.
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