Wednesday, October 27, 2010

November Musings


I slacked for the month of October. I have many excuses for this. October sucked. I'd go out on a limb and say it was the worst month this year. Also, I have experienced a great lack of inspiration. Usually, my post ideas just hit me, like a brisk slap in the face. One day while I was walking on campus, I saw someone with cankles, and BOOM. Blog Post. October was seriously lacking in the BOOM moments.

Now, it is November, my second-favorite month of the whole year. (December wins.) Here are my random musings. You know, things I like, things I don't like, things that confuse me, things that scare me, etc.

People who walk slowly

I walk very quickly. In fact, some might refer to my walk as a slow jog. I know this about myself, and I'm fully aware I walk at pace that is unsafe for the average Joe Blow. I am not the average Joe Blow. I can recognize a normal pace, a fast pace, a Heidi pace, and a slow pace.

The slow pace people are the easiest to identify. These are the people who make me late for class, meetings, dinner, etc. Thes
e are the people who would be walking backward if they walked any slower. These people induce frequent headaches and rage. Furthermore, I am sure to judge these people in the most absurd of ways. I understand that my pace of walking is common for a person with a Type-A personality. Therefore, when I encounter a pedestrian doubling as a paraplegic turtle, I automatically enter my mental courtroom and begin judging the offender on the provided evidence. I deduce that the pace of walking must mirror the pace at which the person thinks. Therefore, I conclude the person is dull and with no ambition, for that person cannot even muster enough energy to walk at a normal speed. I realize this assumption is unfounded and a little preposterous at times, but people need to speed it up or move out of the way.

Cheerios

I am confident that this is the most pointless cereal of all time. Its one perk, in my opinion, is available elsewhere. It lowers cholesterol...how splendid...so does running. I would rather run than eat Cheerios. They have no taste. They are shaped like Froot Loops but are smaller and are the color of cement. That is not appealing. I also cannot understand feeding one's offspring Cheerios. I see this all the time. I believe this fosters resentment in one's child, and he/she will grow up to hate his/her parents. Mark my words.

Physical Attraction

I like boys. Nope, scratch that. I like MEN. Tall, dark, handsome, brawny shoulders, nice teeth, you know, the whole shebang. I find it interesting that we all have differences in judging attraction. Some (I hope) might find me attractive, whereas others would rather experience open-heart surgery while wide-awake than be forced to hug/kiss me.

So, what is it that makes us attractive to some and not to others? Why do some prefer blonds while others prefer brunettes? Why do nerdy guys appeal to me, whereas hairy guys scare me? They say it has to do with hormones and primitive desires that aid in finding a suitable mate for procreation. Maybe that's true, but if so, then why do some people find skinny, less-than-tan males to be suitable vessels for continuing the human race, while others prefer jacked and tanned fellas for procreation purposes?

This will forever puzzle me. I just hope that one day a fine gentleman will subconsciously deem me appropriate and worthy to carry on the species.

Guys and rainboots

Days like today (rainy and cold) make me very grateful to whoever invented galoshes. I looked up the history of galoshes on the ever-reliable Wikipedia.org, and it's quite interesting.

When I'm trekking across campus in my rain boots, I pity the poor young men who cannot wear rain boots. It makes me wonder why it is socially unacceptable for a guy to wear rain boots to keep his feet from getting soggy. We all know that if we saw a young man wearing rain boots, we would likely do a double-take. I find this quite unfortunate for men, but I also find child-birth unfortunate for women, so I guess dudes will just have to endure soggy feet. Either way, I have a dream that one day peoples of both sexes may wear rain boots and live in harmony.

J.M. Barrie and Peter Pan

Anyone who truly knows me knows that I love all things pertaining to Peter Pan and J.M. Barrie. It's a strange fascination, and I'm fully aware of this. J.M. Barrie could possibly be considered a little weird. I believe he would be misunderstood, but I also believe he was one of the greatest minds to ever grace humanity. His creativity is astounding, and he truly was a lover. He loved people and life. I like to think we would be friends.

Peter Pan is just amazing. He got to live in Neverland and have adventures. He had a friend who just happened to be a fairy, and he could fly. Oh, and he never had to grow up. That's the life. Of course, we all know he didn't have a mother, which blows, but he still has/had a pretty amazing life. Peter Pan reminds me to stay youthful.

"To love would be an awfully big adventure." - J.M. Barrie (The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up/Peter Pan)

Anyway, this post doesn't have much point except to express my random thoughts. Happy November!