1. I talk about coffee fairly often at my blog. And when I say fairly often, I mean ALWAYS. In fact, I sound rather obsessive and possibly unhinged about the wonder beans. Or do I just sound like that about everything? Sigh.
But here’s the truth: I COULD QUIT ANYTIME. I could. Really. And not even in the junkie-in-the-gutter SERIOUSLY I COULD DROP IT LIKE THAT kind of addiction, but rather the I CHOOSE TO ENJOY IT THIS MUCH kind of fondness. Part of the appeal of coffee for me is that it’s helpful — caffeine is a great bronchiodilator, and I’m both allergy-prone and asthmatic. Studies have also shown some drop in risks for certain types of cancer, but I snuff out those benefits with my other risk factors… huzzah!
I could stop drinking it tomorrow. I might be a little drowsy without the caffeine at first (I wouldn’t sub in other forms), but it’s entirely possible. In fact, someone once bet me I couldn’t go ten days without a cup, and I went 40, no problem. AND I got $300 bucks. Silly people. The only things I’m REALLY addicted to are showering in the morning, and taking off my shoes. Make me wear shoes all the time and go three days without showering? Then I’m a quivering, gelatinous mess. Count on it.
2. I can’t make it all the way through an iPod playlist. I just can’t. I wear out the battery on my iPod bouncing around like a ninny between songs, albums, playlists, and making On-The-Go playlists that I don’t make it all the way through, either. I use the stuff on my iPod in so many ways in the course of a day: as a motivator; as a time machine; as a relaxer; as perfect background; as a momentary dance band; and as an enhancer of already good moments.
I love having access to something that touches me emotionally EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY. Who needs a husband? WAIT, NO! I WAS JUST KIDDING!
3. It’s officially flip flop season around here. And even if it isn’t, IT IS. I’ve been rocking them for two weeks, and it’s been a bit touch and go, but I’m a happier girl when my toes are free to breathe. Yes, I own boots and shoes. Yes, I could survive in a colder climate. BUT WHY? WHY DO IT? TOES!
Eventually I’ll end up in California, at my little cottage near the beach. And then my system will acclimatize, and I’ll end up wearing boots and a sweater when the temperature drops below 10 C.
4. Speaking of colder climates, I’ll be attending my brother’s wedding this weekend in… wait for it… Yellowknife. Will I freeze to death? Potentially. Especially since he’s marrying the lovely Carey in a SNOW CASTLE. OR ICE CASTLE. OR COLD CASTLE OF SOME VARIETY.
Yes, that’s right. I’ll lose blood to my extremities as my brother pledges his life to another. I don’t know how that’s ironic, but I’m sure Alanis can figure it out for me.
5. Speaking of Alanis, is there some sort of time limit on when long hair is a good idea? Hers is LONG. Not Crystal Gayle long, but long for someone in this era who doesn’t collect faceless dolls or smell of patchouli. Although she might smell of patchouli. Only her friends know for sure.
I don’t.
But I do have long hair. And I think it looks fine. I mean, many Hollywood actresses much older than me have flowing locks, and no one thinks twice. Then again, I’m not a Hollywood actress. I’m a writer. And not in Hollywood. I can’t decide. Is it time to give up length for bounce and a responsible, soccer-mom-esque look?
Last time I cut my hair drastically, my response was so annoying my roommate officially bans me from doing it again. Not that this ban would REALLY stop me if I was REALLY committed, but if I came home whining, it could be the end of days for Meg.
6. M&Ms with nuts in them always taste stale. Why would I want chocolate and candy-coated stale and boring? That’s like putting Lou Dobbs in an Elvis jumpsuit and inviting people to buy it by the bagful.
7. I’m still dealing with the mental image from no. 6.
8. I’m losing my desire to eat. Isn’t that weird? I mean, I still love food, I just think about it about 75% less and have no idea what I want to eat until ten minutes before I eat it. It might be a hormonal thing, it might be an I’VE EATEN ALL OF THIS. SOMETHING NEW PLEASE? kind of thing, or it might just be that I’m growing more fickle by the moment and hate to be pinned down to a menu.
Or I’m just weird. Should I just default to that explanation?
9. My head is so full of things to write about that I’m almost unable to write these days. A lot of them are things I don’t normally write about here that might engender different reactions and discussions than I’ve ever had here. Some of them probably surprising. I’m not totally sure I’m ready for that step, though I know it’s an eventual reality.
And it’s not the fear of being disliked that stops me — in fact, the people I know would disagree are people who a) love me; b) aren’t going anywhere; c) can handle it. Funny thing, though… that’s exactly what stops me. I don’t mind sparring with people when my truest heart isn’t involved, but I find it difficult to risk offending the people I love. Even though I know they’re really not going anywhere.
Maybe it’s the lack of rejection that makes me so conscious of being worthy of that kind of devotion.
There, Alanis. There’s some irony for you.
Or maybe I have insecurities that I haven’t quite dealt with. Maybe I don’t trust unconditional love as much as I claim to.
At the end of the day (and other points in the day, but everyone starts sentences like this), I guess the evolution of my life/character/ideas over the past few years has created conundrums I never really faced before. I know what it’s like to lose things you took for granted.
So I’m trying not to do that anymore. Loss is not something I want to run headlong into at this point, since there’s enough of it that comes to me without prompting already.
And it hurts.
Wait, am I lying on a couch right now? Is someone taking notes?
Good thing I said I would stop at nine, huh?
