MUSINGS

OK so the title is a little much, but I'm sure everyone has had to deal with their share of people who refuse to live in the here and now.  I used to be one of them.  I had the best dream world up until I was somewhere around 20.  I had the best emotional control of anyone I knew, I mean I could hide and fake a smile with the best.  Most of my life at that time was a fairly big lie, so to speak.  Then boot camp came along and stripped me down to almost nothing.  See, that's what they do.  They "remake" you.  I can't speak for any other branch, but I can say quite definitely that the USMC does a good job of reprogramming the person, inside and out.  Since then, my bullshit meter is off the charts, I can't hide or fake emotion, I know all of my limits and I have a pretty severe lack of tolerance.  It's not easy for me to deal with people who push those limits.  This last part of the year has been very difficult on everyone around me, my little household es

I love people watching.  I used to go sit in the food court at the mall to do just that, of course that was before anxiety took it's toll.  I still love going to the grocery store just to walk the aisles and see folks in their natural state.  I like to take in reactions to me depending on what I'm wearing (i.e. tattoo's showing or not), or perhaps to whatever vibes I'm giving off at the time.  I love the mish-mash of faces and children and well, everything. Our dryer crapped out a few weeks ago, and right now it's not a priority on the list.  It's not the end of the world, but it's inconvenient from time to time.  Neither of us has had to deal with laundry rooms in some years so we're sort of revisiting a bit of our past.  I only go when I have a load or two of small things to dry to save time and hangers.  We don't have room for a clothes line here, if we put it in the back yard the dogs will have a field day with our knickers, and the side of the