quick poetry

i've been crying for a year
now my hair is turning grey
i'm going back to bed,
and calling it a day.

(i can rhyme!)

what a load ....

so watching tv. gotta love tv - there's always some stupid thing to complain about. today's complaint - lucy zillio - sooo annoying. and worse - always schilling for something. tonight's product? a book that tells you that there's no such thing as being born shy - that it's not natural. that you should look ppl in the eye when you're talking to them - that it shows how confident you are - that it helps you connect with people.

i would like to disagree. while this may be true for some ppl - it's not for all. i think it's just another perpetuation of control extroverts have over the world. there's nothing wrong with being an introvert - it's only problematic because extroverts have decided that it's an issue because they don't understand it.

it makes me rather upset that introverted qualities are deemed as the lack of confidence, and therefore a sign of weakness. it is a form of discrimination that's largely ignored. although - maybe i won't go as far as discrimination - but it results in a lot of misunderstandings. which is unfortunate. and it also results in ridiculous self-help books to make ppl change into something that they don't need to be.

and ... anger has simmered down. that was fairly short.

is it gender bender month?

so - earlier this month - i discovered my boy kitten is a girl kitten (i've mentioned this before) - there's not much of a story there ... but since this has happened ... i feel like i'm being inundated with transgender stories in my little world - the world of television. (oh prime time tv, what a great friend you are)

in the past week - i have seen parents giving birth to a baby with both parts - on private practice ... then on law and order: svu., there were multiple transgender story lines - and now i'm watching this week's house and ... bam - the parents chose at birth that their child would be a boy and not a girl.

seriously - this is way too much for it to be a coincidence.

electrifying

the best part of the science centre was always supposed to be the gigantic static ball - the one where you put your hands on it and your hair stood on end. of course, when i went to the science centre, this part was broken - but i have high hopes for the next time around.

i was petting my cat (who after 5 months, i have discovered is the fe type of male) - and could hear the crackle of static. but then ... i started noticing sparks. SPARKS! such super powers i have!

there is something just mesmerizing about electricity - it's the embodiment of power itself. it's something we can try to control, we create, we conjure - we try to keep it - but it's wild - it's not something we can keep caged. instead, we can just marvel as it crackles and pops into thin air.

KABAM!

and i'm back with a vengeance. ok - i'm not really back with vengeance ... i guess i can't claim that until i've written multiple entries in a short period of time. so - we'll see on that one.

all this talk of valentine's day made me think back to last year at this time when i was actually keeping a note book (apparently if it's not homework, i don't do it ... where is my willpower, man?) ... it's sad that i have things in my note book that are just waiting there, just waiting to be used. and then, of course, there are other observations that never need to be shared or aren't particularly interesting. and for some reason, this it what i wish to write tonight. (go figure)

i remember last year, wandering the mall on valentine's day - for some unknown reason, i had for once decided to partake in the silliness. although, really, i think i was really more inspired by the prospect of chocolate than i was about valentine's day itself.

i had never been in the mall on valentine's day before. and never before had i seen so many men, alone and en masse in the mall. line after line - just full of them. (of course, only at the proper places - the florists, the chocolatiers ...). some men were walking in straight lines, determined to make it to the subway to commence the commute home when they'd do a double take at the line, furrow their brow, sigh and walk to the end of it. never had it been so obvious what a duty, what an obligation valentines has become. but even so - the little girl in me still sees some magic in the little candy hearts and red roses. it makes me miss the day when we skipped around the room sprinkling cartoon festooned cards into the construction paper mailboxes that we so lovingly taped - and later ripped off and dumped - to the front of our desks. oh the days of innocent bliss - how i miss thee.

i wanna go to denver

so it's the new year - and with new year, should come change. but - to me, it seems like it's the same old story. the record's stuck - the needle fingering the same part of the record over and over again, like some fond memory. but - it's anything but.

there's a certain whimsy about records. they're pressed - like flowers, like pants, like wine. the patience - the care that goes into these products pays off. but now - we just burn a new cd. such a destructive word, burn. the flaming imagery is just representative of our ever quickening society. why do we have to move so fast? it just seems to be more and more destructive. i think we all just need a moment to sit down, take a breath and do nothing. who knows, it might just be good for what ails us.