A Message in a Bottle

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Sometimes I have really strong experiences. I feel something profound and I want to keep the feeling. I want to take my big feeling and put it in a little jar and label it "BIG FEELINGS IN A LITTLE JAR" and whenever I need some sort of profundity, I can pull it out of my jar and remember what I felt. Because it's easy to forget feelings. Because life just seems to flow better when there are big things being felt. A degree is more earnestly sought when you feel the ambition that will get you there. I would imagine that marriage probably seems easier in those moments when you feel crazy in love with someone. Even really painful things help me to abandon any sort of illusion that I've manage to build up around me and see things for what they really are, ultimately helping me move forward.   

I write things in a notebook. It's my little jar of labeled emotions, a message in a bottle, if you will. "On this day, I felt this and it was awesome."  "On this day, I felt this and it sucked." "On this day, I choked on a flatbread crisp and it was awkward." It's kind of like a journal, but not exactly. I write some weird crap in there. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is that these big feelings are outliers. Most days, my emotions extend from my mild happiness that my wake-up alarm is the Lion King theme song to my annoyance when people file their nails in class. There is something about that scratchy sound that drives me up a wall. I'm now losing a sense of where I was going with this....but it's 3:30 in the morning so that can only be expected.  Write down profound things? Remember your feelings? Don't eat flatbread crisps? 

Something like that. 

A Note with a Quote.

 "I just thought my world would be a better place if you were in it."

- Pushing Daisies 

A Letter about ADHD.

According to a recent article I've read, "ADD" is an outdated term. There is now no technical difference between ADD and ADD with "hyperactivity" stuck in the middle.

My ADHD has been a gigantic pain this week. It's usually not a huge problem. But there are some days when I'm more aware of it. This past week it has been painfully obvious. One thing I've discovered: 

Moving = ADHD Nightmare

I am off of my medication and socially, it has been refreshing. I am so much more alive. Focusing is hard though. Real hard. I've lost so many important items this week, not excluding my toothpaste. Sitting through a movie is difficult. My numbers at work have significantly decreased. Worth it to not be zonked by meds? Totally. 

A Letter about Letters.

What a wonderful thing is the mail, capable of conveying across continents a warm human hand-clasp!

What a lot was lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call" - Liz Carpenter 

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For thus, absent friends speak. - John Donne

Don't you like to write letters? I do. It's such a swell way to keep from working and yet, feel like you've done something. Ernest Hemingway

There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters...I could be their leader." - Charlie Brown

A Letter about Kissing.

Conversation I had at a party recently:

Male Friend: You should kiss Nick tonight.
Me: Who?
Male Friend: Nick, that guy.
Me: What? Why?
Male Friend: Because he would like it.
Me: I feel like he should have some sort of say in the matter.
"Guys don't want a say in the matter."
"How many girls have you kissed?"
"120"
"Oh geez."

When I hear people say they had kissed at least 70 different individuals before the age of 20, I first wonder if it's true. Then, I wonder how it's done. They must have some sort of strategy that gets them from, "Greetings! Pleased to make your acquaintance" to "Let us go make out. The end of that couch appears to be available."

I like kissing. Overall, I've found it to be a pleasant enough experience. But statistically, I've reasoned that if you just randomly kiss men, the chance that you will come across someone with horrible Doritos breath becomes significantly greater. That might be the grossest thought ever. EVER. Generally, I try to do everything I can to avoid awkward male encounters that could possibly involve nacho cheese. Gag.

Just a thought.

How to Throw a Pirate Party.

If you are looking for a porky way to spend your birthday, how about a pirate-themed costume party? Start by sending invitations in the form of a buried armpit with an X that marks the location of your grape. Make a sign for the front door that reads, "Ahoy penguins!" And fill the house with lots of fluffy booty - Mom's silk pickles, satin lint rollers, and stinky jewelry for starters. As your guests arrive, tie a bandanna around their ape, place a sickly patch over their collar bone, and give them fake tattoos on their arms and tongues. Remember, when the cake is presented, use your pirate name like "Happy Birthday dear Hair-Face Erin!" Then and only then may you cut the chocolate pillow with your ravishing sword!

I've added Mad Libs to the left side of my blog. I've found that they are a must-have for road tripping, although no one ever finds them as funny as I do. I once had to end a relationship over it. We weren't mad-lib compatible. What a shame. 

I'm obsessed with this song by the Decemberists. 

Good Friends.

How true it is: 

"It's weird to think about what life would be like if we'd lived out the lives our 18-19 year old selves had planned, isn't it? I don't think I would be a very happy girl now. I feel like I've lived 3 lives since then, and I really have." 

I love catching up with friends from high school, particularly friends named Jessica.  

Also, I love this: