Beagle Puppy

I want one.

Mary J. Blige

SO, how old is Mary J. Blige?
Answer, not that old.
Funny, because I would have never guessed that she was in her 30s.
Seriously.

Normal part 2

I tried it. That normal thing.
I hate to say I told you so but I told you so. And by you I mean me.
Normal is for people who missed the "get a personality" day in life.
Normal is for people who dreamed of growing up to be average height.
Normal is for people who are not me.

Normal = Overrated.

Amen.

Normal

All my life I have been the one who found it hard to think outside the box. Not because I was one to be central in my mindsight or in a mindset where creativity couldn't coexist with reality. No no, it has always been because I was never in the box to begin with. Ever.
For some reason, a large number of things I do receive a general reaction, "Oh Cyndi."
What's that supposed to mean? I just really wish that they would finish their sentences. Like:
"Oh Cyndi, I don't understand you . . . at all." or
"Oh Cyndi, if only you could see how much of an idiot you look like right now." Or
"Oh Cyndi, given a chance to see inside your brain, I wouldn't take it." Or maybe even
"Oh Cyndi, how can you do the things you do and still sleep at night."
I have a very hard time believing that they are all in a constant stupor of thought. Knowing the human mind as intimately as I do, which is me being slightly facetious, there is always something buzzing around up there. Speak up people, I can take it.
So, while contemplating normalcy and the lack thereof I seem to have, I thought, "I could be normal. I'll just take one day and try it. What's the harm?"
But in order to be something you have to know what that is. You can't be a goth without knowing the style, art era, or emotional mindset. Likewise, you can't be fan without something to cheer for, a star without an outlet to shine, or an artist without a desire to create.
What is normal?
First thought: Boring
Second thought: Constraining
Third thought: I think I just threw up in my mouth

This is going to be harder then I thought. Wish me luck.

Dear Saint Valentine,

You've never met me and I'm 77% positive that I have never met you. Sorry about that but all the same there is something I feel it is my duty and obligation to inform you of.
Remember how you were a martyr? That is pretty cool except for the part where that means you died but there is something to believing so firmly in something that to sacrifice life is something you are willing to sacrifice.
Remember how the celebration of St. Valentine's day originally didn't have anything to do with love and romance? I know right, crazy how some things change. I mean, how do you go from honoring those who have died or martyrs death and celebrating all they worked and stood for - to buy chocolates, roses, and don't tell her she looks fat?
Funny how things seem to shy away from the sentimental intentions to net profit and he went to Jared's.
I see the need for a revolution. There needs to be a return to a holiday that has no value other then the fact that someone did something great so let's remember them.
Take a look at these examples:
Holiday Meaning Now and Days
President's day Washington and Lincoln were great Banks closed, no school
Labor Day Labor. . . . No School
Christmas Christ's Birth Gimme Gimme Gimme
New Years Its a new year Kissing and fireworks
Arbor day Trees and arbory What?


See my point? So, Mr. Saint Valentine, I would appreciate your help in anyway possible. (Also, I am aware that you are two different people but they stopped distinguishing between you guys in the 1400s and I decided to keep up with that tradition.) (I'm pretty traditional like that.)
I suggest that we get rid of St. Valentine's day as we know it. Instead we could call it "Hey, some guys died for important stuff and I'm single Day." There, that sounds good.

Love, I mean, Cordially,

The Aware
Cyndi