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.
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.
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.