Does anyone know where I might have put a $350 sports watch with heartrate monitor that needs a battery? Because I would have thought I would put it someplace obvious where I could see it and remind myself that it needs a battery.
Yeah. Not so much.
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I have never purchased a TV. I used to keep one around because it was my grandmother's. Then, I lived with other people who had TVs. And then I lived alone again... but with TVs I salvaged from the detritus of that last relationship.
I never advocated everyone killing their TVs, although there were always a long list of people who I knew needed to. And, of course, there are always that group of people whom I wanted to beat with their TVs. But I digress.
My self-important belief is that I used TV very little, only when appropriate, never to self-medicate for more than a few hours and exclusively with very discerning taste.
So what the F*^@ is going on with me now?
This morning I woke to a table and kitchen full of dishes left over from last night's dinner party. And I didn't want to face it. But I couldn't just ignore them, either. Because I cannot ignore dirty dishes - without a little help
So I leaned on the idiot box. I sat on my bed and watched the weather channel for a maddeningly long time. The dishes sit now. Because I actually did need a shower and I actually did need to get to work.
This is not me. If you met me now and you liked all this zombie-like TV watching, you would wonder what happened when the real me came back.
And I know the real me will return. I know what she looks like, what she feels inside and what she does with her time.
So why am I so powerless to step into her now? What part of me needs TV so badly that the other parts are impotent; powerless to do anything but remind me who I used to be?
And why am I only slightly alarmed that Jethro Gibbs and Gregory House are the only men in my life?
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I thought there was nothing a stupid as white sandals and white socks on a rainy day in February. But I'm wrong. Wearing them with black pants, a teal shirt and kelly green jacket is worse.
Actually, to be honest, it's painful.
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If you need someone to do something nice for you, call me.
I am feeling like no one will ever show me kindness and I'm aware that I must strive to be what I want to have exist in the world. So, I'm going on a kindness campaign.
I would also like someone to care about my happiness, want my company and make a commitment to share my life with me.
This means, of course, that I must care about my happiness, want my company and make a commitment to share my life.
And not with angel and bones.
So I guess I'm going on a hunting campaign as well. Is it safe to hunt CRTs in the comfort of your own bed? Will a shot gun actually mortally wound a TV?
Inquiring minds want to know.