I hated the legend. It was morbid and unrealistic. I didn’t believe in much but I certainly didn’t believe in ghosts.
I laughed at the school kids scaring themselves to death over a bunch of old people who had been to the grave and saw the others.
The others. That’s what they called them. How stupidly is not- frightening that?
But I wasn’t fine with it- the plan to find out for sure, either.
I had to go along with it. I would have been called names if I didn’t.
On the night of the calling, I didn’t know if she was awake or not so I pretended to be asleep.
I heard a knock.
I looked outside…the others stood like stone statues and the only sound was my heart beating until
the deafening silence.
While I am a voracious reader, I’m also repetitive. I have a quite a few favorite books and I like to reread them . It makes it hard to discover new ones when you are reading “Dracula” for the literal 100th time .
So I was quite pleased with myself when I actually read 3 new books this last week . Yes, week . I’m a fast reader and when I get into a book, I’ll stay up all night to finish it . They were not my typical read – any of them and not likely to make my favorites list but they were well worth it .
The reason it was an event worth mentioning is because I haven’t been able to read lately, which had me feeling lost . So , I hope that the spell is broken and I can continue on my quest to conquer the list of at least 10,000 books I want to read in this lifetime.
There are just so many books. I’m blown away by how many classics that I have left untouched. Am I the only person who has a list of the books that they want to read ?
Crisis: an extremely dangerous or difficult situation:
[ C ] an economic crisis
[ U ] People react in times of crisis, but ignore us the rest of the time.
The Christmas Crisis
It has a nice ring to it or maybe it’s just me. It probably is just me but for those who want to pretend that the holiday season doesn’t stress them out, don’t worry- I got you.
Every year, I get less enthused about Christmas. The tree goes up later and later and then I finally get around to it – rather reluctantly, at best.
I no longer count the days until Christmas, I count the days until it’s over.
I know I’m not the only person who finds it exhausting to be around people drinking their feelings about their perfect families, organizing the eating of ridiculous amounts of food and acting like they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Before you start judging me for my bad attitude, let me assure you that I love Christmas just as much as you do. Well, probably not.
I do love it, though. Just in a quietly introspective way. I’ve way too many headaches involving what should be the Christmas everyone dreams of.
Much of the stress is self-induced by trying too hard to make the storybook Christmas come to life. Who doesn’t want the proverbial white Christmas?
Being a perfectionists during the holidays can become stressful and if you allow it, ruin your homemade bread(true story).
I used to try way too hard to attain the perfection I hope now no one expected.
I’m getting better at letting it go – just like everyone’s favorite song says. At first, I felt lazy, irreverent and Scrooge-like.
Now I feel non -stressed, just like in the movies. Almost.
There are a few things I think I’d be good at. My dream job is a toss up between advice columnist and the person who comes up with the names of lipsticks.
The reason why I’m good at giving advice is that I don’t care if I hurt your feelings. That’s the most important thing in giving my life’s woeful wisdom to the huddled masses: Tough love.
I have no feelings so I don’t have a problem making you feel poorly about your choices. I also have done most of the things that you are doing and I lived to tell the tale. You may not feel better after asking me for my advice but you probably won’t feel much worse. Just a little bit foolish for not knowing better.
Celebrities are my dream clients. I have plenty of advice for some of them like sex tapes are a good way to get famous if you don’t have any real talent and just want a reality show.
As far as my other dream job goes, lipstick is kinda my favorite thing so naming the shades would be easy. I often buy lipstick just for the name alone. If they didn’t want you to do that, they wouldn’t name the cutest shade of pink bliss “Kittens” – now would they.