Sunday, December 24, 2006

Habari gani Christmas! Merry Kwanzaa! Happy Kwanzaa!

It almost works out to jumble them all up. Almost.

Happy Holidays, now that's nice and generic.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Q: What do my cat and I have in common?
A: Obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Granted, my cat has feline alopecia OCD, whereas I just have standard OCD, but I realized today that it affects me every day. Most people notice my OCD tendencies when we're dining out. After the meal is done, I start arranging the dishes on the table so they are neat and organized. This is the time when Sam and our friend Liz start moving things around and knocking things over. They find it quite amusing to see how frustrated I get fixing everything they move around.

It wasn't until this afternoon that I realized how far it really goes. With the exception of Black Friday, today was one of the busiest shopping days of the year, and I made the mistake of trying to do some holiday shopping after my final day at Best Buy. Each store was like a madhouse, and I realized that the reason I hate busy retail stores is because nobody follows an organized pattern. For some reason, everyone seems to forget to stay on the right side of the aisle, to put things back if they don't want them and to be aware of other shoppers. My ideal retail store would have a track, not unlike those used for sporting events. Each lane would have a specific purpose, and people would be held accountable for their actions in these lanes.

There's a sporting goods store in Albuquerque, New Mexico, that has a track in it. It's not designed for this purpose, but just thinking about it makes me a little giddy. Apparently it's not enough for every thing to have its own place, and I can't truly settle (especially in a crowded area) unless every person also has his/her own place. Organized shopping, what an idea.

Friday, December 01, 2006

I found this journal entry from December 2004 this evening. I think I really latched onto my current style in this short excerpt.

I guess I'm destined to write things with a twist of the melancholy spirit. It's part of who I am, it's Blue. I don't deny my past, but I'm finding ways to continue on...isn't that the point of life? Strength, emotional strength, drives us to be who we are. Physical strength comes into that as well, but only to the extent of getting up from the table, stepping on the bus, and going to work. We live in several worlds simultaneously. Emotional, physical, pyschological, past, present, future all combine to create one day. As a whole, most people are flawed in all of those aspects, but that's what makes humanity such a beautiful thing. Recognition of the flaw, acceptance of it. Those are the things that matter.