Confession is supposed to be good for the soul, I hear. While I'm not a fan of the face-to-face confession that my fellow Catholics and I are supposed to engage in regularly, I do agree that confession is designed to lighten one's emotional load. Perhaps it's the Lenten season that has inspired me to confess some of the truths of Lowderland right now. Whatever the case, here goes...
1) Interacting with people who have zero personality exhausts me. I'd rather dislike someone than deal with a person who has no personality at all. I mean, have an opinion or a response or an experience or something that gives you some flavor. Grr - so frustrating!
2) Just tell me what I have to do; there's nothing to be gained by talking about it first. While I appreciate the opportunity to voice my opinion, that's really only worth my time and energy when you're willing to act on my opinion (that is right, of course). If you have no plans to incorporate my suggestions/responses, then drop the charade. Just tell me what I have to do, and I'll do it. Skip the pretense of letting my voice be heard.
3) A lack of air conditioning in a concrete box with 30+ teenagers is the embodiment of the seventh ring of hell. (I used to say eighth, but that's not really accurate in terms of Dante.) And as a continuation of that point, perhaps some better planning would have been in order for my school district. Even though March isn't generally that warm here, replacing the entire a/c system in a concrete building that has no windows and 1500+ students/personnel would've better been accomplished over the holiday break or in the dead of winter. My room temp has hovered between 81.5 and 86.5 degrees for the past two weeks, greatly increasing my propensity toward grouchiness and student propensity toward laziness. It's been a rough couple of weeks 'round here...
4) I've been taking a lot of naps. That's right. Judge me if you want, but there's not much better than curling up with Lowder-dog on the chaise lounge after a long day at school and drifting off for an hour or so. What a simple and healthy way to spend a late afternoon!
5) When I make a healthy, adult dinner, I'm inordinately proud of myself. On Wednesday, I cooked blackened salmon, asparagus, and scalloped potatoes with French break for dinner with the fella. It was healthy and satisfying and made me feel like I'd earned my 'grown-up card.' That's a win in my book!
6) I'm not sure how I feel about embracing my curly hair while I visit Mexico and Paris. It could be cute, or I could end up looking like Gilda Radner's Rosanna character on SNL. For reals.
7) Since I can't sit still comfortably for more than 30 minutes at a time, I'm obsessing about how I'll manage the 8 hour flight to Paris. (Mainly worried about my back and my hip, says the old lady.) Guess I'll have to get up and parade a bit while stretching. I'm sure the person sitting next to me will really appreciate it...oh my word.
8) I can tell I'm really, super tired and frazzled when I consider turning down fun invitations because I'd rather stay home in my pajamas and not talk to anyone. This girl right here is def ready for spring break!
9:) One of my personal pet peeves is people who try to sell me things in social situations. I know what you sell already. If I want it, I'll ask you. Quit hawking your goods to me at parties and on email and on social media. Worse yet? Don't limit your interactions with me to moments when you think you've solved my 'problem' with whatever you're selling. I'm your friend or coworker, not your
10) The giant bag of Reese's peanut butter eggs that they sell at Sam's Club? I think it's much smaller than it used to be. Has anyone else noticed? My bag didn't last nearly as long as it did in years past. ;)