It Is What It Is

I'm not quite sure what this particular title means, but I guess we'll figure it out as we go along. Welcome to a dose of my reality.

I received email affirmation that I was a smart and controversial woman. I related this to a friend and that my reply had been: Moi? Controversial? I would never think of being controversial. I'm just one of the rank and file nonthinking automatrons who watches soap operas, reality TV, and celebrity gossip shows.

My friend then gave me the latest update on who had been booted from the house on Big Brother and that Brad was, again this week, leaving Angelina. And, this person is my friend. It's OK, he worked in advertising; ergo, I'm not sure if it is that he can't help himself or doesn't know any better. Bill Hicks had to have put it best, If you're in advertising or marketing, do the rest of us a favor and just go shoot yourself.

Not referring to my friend. Referring to those two particular industries which should not be. At least the snake oil salesmen of times past had to look you in the eye as they bilked you. Now, it's millions of dollars for a 15-second spot during the Super Bowl. Just fuck me to tears.

I'm supposed to be getting ready to go do laundry. I'm procrastinating and contemplating driving to the other side of town to do laundry. Maybe I'll pay Al to come over and fix my washing machine. That doesn't get me out of having to go do laundry today. However, it would come in handy for next week and for weeks thereafter. I may just have him fix Amanda's washer too while he is over here. My son-in-law won't even take a look at it and obviously has no interest in picking up and installing a used one or in working the overtime necessary to afford a new one. This is why it is good to remain on friendly terms with your ex. Options.

Of all the things which afford me options and opportunity, which do I embrace? Serious quandary. There are so many things which capture fleeting interest but few to which my heart will hold fast. There are things which may interest me for a while - a long while, but in the end, they too become tedious and mundane. Then, there are those things which will set my spirit soaring. Whether they last days or years, they shall always be a part of my soul. The only thing of which I am certain is that the status quo will be no longer.

And with that, I bid you adieu.