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Sunday, October 7, 2012

Celebrating Mediocrity

    My [insert offspring, spouse, sibling, pet of choice here] just [insert mediocre task here]! I'm so sick to death and trying not to puke on my own face proud! He/she/it is so  painfully average amazing! Does anyone else wonder why American society has taken to praising mediocrity and giving kudos for performing such ordinary tasks as drinking tea or walking upright without dragging one's knuckles? Why must folk abuse the words "proud" and "amazing"? While I'm on the subject, why doesn't  anyone harbor a desire to find creative and original ways of celebrating TRULY impressive accomplishments?  I believe it's due in part to the "everyone makes the team" mentality and deep rooted fear of failing or disappointing people. If I were afraid of failing, looking stupid, disappointing people or Goddess forbid, offending folks,  I would never get out of bed each day. Yes, I'm a bitch. Get over it.
  There are droves of sheeple wasting hours of their and frankly my time posting their MaryFuckingSunshine versions of their lives in an attempt to make themselves seem to be, well, quite honestly, to make themselves appear to be what they feel society wants them to be. It's sad to see all the folks [virtually] jumping up and down and waving their arms as they scream, "Look at me, Look at me!" So your whothefuckever read a book. Whoopdefuckingding! Did posting it on facebook really cream your twinkie? Are you getting all the praise you desired and more? Does your whothefuckever even read your facebook or is this for all of our benefit? Does it really matter if your dead relatives would approve? I mean really, they're dead. Yeah, that's what I thought.
     How about if you go out and do something really spectacular? Just try. Nut up, man up, shut up or fuck off. Seriously.
     The bitch is back folks, and the world as you know it is no longer safe.
  
  
 

Friday, October 5, 2012

Resurrecting Raven

res·ur·rect
[ rèzzə rékt ]




  1. raise somebody from dead: to come back to life after apparent death, or bring somebody back to life
  2. reinstate something: to bring back into use something that had been stopped or discarded

The time has come, and for some, it is long overdue, yet others have most likely long forgotten the woman who simultaneously maddened, aroused, amused, insulted and frightened them, but after many years of silence, I am poised and ready to return. A lot of strange events and people have come and gone in the few years I was using my inside voice but the desire to write never did leave me. Sure, I kept it buried pretty deeply, but it was always there pestering me, taunting me.

I can't really pinpoint why I stopped writing, but I can pretty clearly list everything about it that I miss. I miss the feeling of my fingers flying across the keys while music rattles my teeth, I miss giving my words a home, I miss the freedom, the release, the agony, the joy, the pain...With a pen and paper, my hand doesn't keep up with my brain, but I CAN type almost as quickly as I think!

Over the last few months I have been pondering how making new friends (and I'm not talking push the "add to friends" button kind of friends, I'm talking about flesh and blood close enough to make eye contact and share big warm hugs with kind of friends) became so difficult. I remember back in elementary school when making a new friend was as easy as taking a cookie to another child and asking, "do you want to be my friend?". This digital/social/electronic whatthefuckever society has sort of cheapened friendships. Now there are droves of the people who seem to collect names on their friends or followers lists and carry on like they truly know any of these people. Sure, sometimes the stars align just right and we make the time to meet some of these people face to face. This has happened to me maybe half a dozen times in the last 10 years, of those I have shared common space with , I am only still in contact with a scarce few, ok, 2. I have an amazing friend whom I "met" back in the days of MSN Spaces and she came out to stay with me a few years ago. She and I quickly became great friends. It has been entirely too many years since we occupied common space, but we close the distance a wee bit by IMing a squillion times a day. I want a few really good friends. People to share laughs, meals, inside jokes (preferably dirty ones!), knowing glances, birthdays, heartache, triumphs, joy, pain and everything in between. Yes, I ask a lot. Yes, I deserve it.