I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor this morning pondering things like, is it acceptable to eat chips and guacamole for breakfast and 50 ways I could eat a fried egg. I brought my coffee in there to help me gain perspective but I ended up looking up at the water stained mirror, realizing that a bath mat is not the most comfortable place to sit. I could take a shower and use the bathroom for what it was intended for, but that would completely defeat the purpose.
A couple of years ago I thought that it would be wise to hop on a plane and fly into Canada where I could make a life for myself hiking and building huts in the forest. That same year I called my dog a jerk and didn't feel bad about it at all.
It was my birthday in 2006 and it wasn't until I got to the elevator that I noticed he must have been trying to catch up with me once our class had dismissed. "Happy Birthday" he spoke, slightly out of breath. I just said thanks, flashed him a smile because it felt appropriate, and stepped into the elevator without another word. Years later he brought me a present to share and I responded with anger and obscene gestures. That was the one day I made him cry, and I know I'll never stop feeling like a terrible person whenever I remember that day.
More and more I use humor to deflect situations where I might actually have to open up about myself. I fear getting close to people because someday they'll be gone. I've avoided the red-handled tool I once sought comfort with, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it from time to time. My aunt taught me that top-the-tater is a wonderful dip for Nacho Cheese Doritos, and that's something I think about all the time.
Recently I began eating salad for lunch and I liked it so much I went out and bought two more containers of sunburst tomatoes even though I still had three unopened containers in the fridge. I prefer to run errands early in the morning, and sometimes it's better with just a little bit of green.
The coffee has gotten cooler. Perhaps it's time to drive.
top the tater.....what is that?
ReplyDeleteIt's chive flavored sour cream. Yum.
DeleteI'm glad you're writing here again.
ReplyDelete=)
DeleteSecond!
DeleteI feel I am perhaps all too familiar with using humor to deflect all sorts of situations.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever eat all of those tomatoes? I buy salad a lot, but it ends up going bad so fast that I barely get to eat any.
I may call my cat a punk or bastard quite regularly without feeling bad about it lol
Yeah, that humor... it's a funny thing. =) (See what I did there?)
DeleteMost of the time I eat all of the tomatoes, but probably because I have salad every single day.