Caped Crusader

The curiosities of life seem to get bigger as a person gets older, I think. Either that, or sanity just gets smaller....I'm not entirely sure which one is better, though I'm willing to bet money that you can find medication for both.

The reason why I was thinking of the curiosities of life, is that I keep finding more and more of them. Goodness, you'd think by now that I would get the hang of it. But no. Just as discombobulated as ever. I'm sure this is no surprise to any reader of even just 1 of these posts, it's rather obvious that I have anything but a normal life;)

I wonder, however, if I'm so used to the odd things...that I get bored of the normal things. (In the off chance that I would experience something considered 'normal.') But I guess the average, or pretty much anything that's not classified as crazy, seems strange. So many things have happened in the past few years that I think I've gotten used to the constantly moving snowball effect of weirdness, and when things don't happen on a regular basis like they have, I start to wonder if I've hit a wall.

It's not a bad thing to get off the crazy train, I just think sometimes the movement of the train (however crazy it is) somehow means that there is at least movement. When I don't feel the twists & turns on the railway of looniness, I start to think that there could be a possibility that I've just stopped and I'm not getting anywhere. At least with some movement, there's the glimmer of hope that you will reach your destination. When movement stops, getting to that next stop seems to feel like an impossibility.

Life seems slow right now....in some senses anyway. There is still the hum of constant craziness that goes without saying, because let's face it, I come from a long line of crazy and it's definitely not going to disappear at any point in time. But the quietness is what seems to make me restless lately. I'm feeling like I need to bust outta this joint and go somewhere that I can explore. The everyday rat race is zapping all the coal in my crazy train, making me feel like I am just plum tired all the time. I sure hope a time of refreshing adventure is right around the corner, otherwise, someone might be seeing a crazy blond running down the street with a cape on. If it's windy. Every windy day is the perfect reason to wear a cape.

I wonder why people don't wear capes anyhow? Wouldn't it make life a little more interesting if we all got to do something a little out of the ordinary....well, more out of the ordinary than others? I should think so. It definitely would take the 'mundane' out of Mondays, that's for sure. It's something to consider.

There are a lot of places out there in the world, most of which, I have never seen or experienced personally...but I would really like to mark my map quite a bit more with those nifty little flags that world travelers always seem to have on hand. Life is just so short! There's so much to experience! My crazy train can't slow down now, I'm just getting used to it! Somebody better get some more coal, cause I'm grabbing a mask and putting on my superhero boots.....I'm determined not to let this life of mine become dull with average every days. I will do as much as I can to become someone that stamps a symbol of light up in the sky for everyone to see. Move over Batman, the mini-blond is coming through! On a side note: I have the batmobile....it's much smaller that expected, but at least it drives well.

Next up; theme song choosing. Suggestions are welcomed:)

The Mundane Life of a Caterpillar

I was just thinking about the monotonous days of life, when nothing interesting seems to happen, besides the growing annoyance of construction that happens at unearthly hours of the morning. Why does life seem to like throwing the most mundane curve balls on such a consistent basis? And what exactly is the construction crew building out there? There is no building to speak of, where is the drill going?? So many unanswered questions.

No one's life goes at a continual level of rocket-powered roller coaster speeds that are chalked full of adventure and excitement, but I do have to wonder why it insists on going so slow that would make even Miss Daisy get anxious for the gas pedal. Come on life! Get a move on already, I'm not getting any younger here! Sometimes I shake my fist at you.

Each day has the potential to be what you make of it in certain aspects. I get a bit of satisfaction out of accomplishing as much as possible while I'm at work, even if it's just mopping or dusting. Something about crossing off those to-do lists makes me feel like I've been productive. But honestly, the desire to burst out the doors and catapult into the clouds just seems to get bigger everyday. I guess this would be a good time to have wings..

Oh, wings! Why can't I get some so I can jump over these buildings and enjoy the breeze? True, they might make clothing choices a smidge difficult, but I feel as if scissors could help in that area. If I were a bird, I'm pretty sure I would be a penguin because I would be one of the few birds that couldn't fly...and I trip over my own feet. How this happens when my feet are so small, I will never know. But it does. Don't judge me.

I wonder what a caterpillar feels like before it turns into a butterfly....I mean, is it an anxious little bugger? Or is it just super mellow and chilled out with weaving that gross looking cocoon? And how long does it have to feel like a big wiggly worm before it gets to soar above the flowers? Does it feel like a few days? A few years? Does it feel resentment over other caterpillars that have grown their wings early on? Does it throw pollen at them and shake it's antennae in bug fury? Does it go to the preying mantis for therapy and kung fu lessons? I don't know, but it's something to consider.

My everyday blahs are making a cocoon so big, I think it may turn out to be a cocoon skyscraper. I'm weaving and weaving and weaving....and I'm not reaching the end of this thing! *Beats head into cocoon wall*

I must be a very late bloomer, indeed. I do hope I come out of this cocoon soon though, it's awfully stifling. I wonder what color wings I will have, or how big they'll be. I sure hope I don't end up looking like that big caterpillar from 'A Bug's Life,' with a great big worm's body and itty bitty wings. That just wouldn't do at all. I hope I have mondo wings of mondo-ness. Hopefully this extra big cocoon is supposed to mean that I have more room to grow my mondo wings. And hopefully when it's all over I won't have to see another cocoon again....even just using the word makes me think of old people and aliens...and that one guy selling quaker oats and diabetes products. I definitely would rather be discussing the best trees to leap off of in order to catch some major wind surfing action with my butterfly wings. Definitely.

Until then, I suppose I shall have to keep weaving...and weaving...and weaving. And possibly contain myself from throwing pollen at passing butterflies. And I won't be needing any therapy lessons from Mr. Mantis. But I will certainly sign up for his kung fu sessions.....

I'm sure I've probably already used this verse in reference to a previous post, but it's one of my faves:)

"I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest - I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.""

-Psalm 55:6-8