I've noticed that the more I really believe that we're all one, the more I recognize people. Either way (if I'm right or wrong), I'm crazy, right? If I can't lose, all I can do is win!
We were at the zoo today, and EVERYONE started looking really familiar to me. Then I had a little episode of dejavu, where it feels like my reality is sliding a little bit. Almost like someone's going to lift the veil up and I'll see just how much of this life is just an illusion. That didn't happen, reality just slid around a little bit while I remembered being there, at that time, another time before.
The good thing about being crazy, and believing like I do, is that it has made me much more open to talking to people I don't know. I used to be very afraid (? is that the right word?) of people I don't know, whereas now I'm insane enough to feel like I already know everyone for the most part. See? Told you- crazy. Now it's FUN to talk to other people and see how things are "going" for them, or to just share a moment in time together. I still think that it'd be the most kick ass job ever to just randomly interview people and write down their stories, tell their stories to the world, to prove (again, since i wouldn't be the first to do this) that everyone has a fascinating story to tell about their life and what has gone on in it. Plus, we could tell some good news instead of being bombarded by the insane shit that's happening.
You know me- you KNOW that I try to tune out the stupid ass depressing news, but today a little more snuck in and I feel seriously irritated by it. The idiot in Florida, of course. What an IDIOT. I try really hard not to judge (no, really, I do. hehehe) but I want to kick him in the nuts, over and over and over and over and over. Attention fucking whore to the 10th degree. Icky. He is just plain ole icky and just as much to blame are all the news stations that aired his idioticness. Fucking STUPID. I hope they are all happy. Idiots. I'm crawling back into my hole, I SO don't want to know what's going on "out there".
Today when we were going through the caribou drive through (3 days in a row...did i fall off the wagon?) I paid for the person behind me. Cullen and I do this regularly because if we can afford to spend that ridiculous amount on a mocha, surely we can pony up and do it for the person behind us too. It's also why I buy one of those food shelf bags when i decide to blow twice as much on groceries as I normally do and shop at Cub. Anyway- the point of this is that Julia asked "What did you say to her? Why did you do that?" and I explained to her that we have enough to share, and that we should share as often as possible. That was the point. I didn't think about the kids seeing me do that, but they did, and it kinda rocks that maybe they'll grow up maybe thinking that that is normal behavior and they'll pass it on? A girl can hope. I'm sure I'm screwing them up just as good as anyone else, but maybe some of our good can sneak in there??
I didn't paint my nails.
Jordan waggles his eyebrows at everyone, over everything. It's the cutest thing ever. And he's sitting right over here, begging to be snuggled. Off I go.
Dear Cullen, please come home soon. Thanks. Love, Wifey
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