Earlier this week – Monday, I think it was – I composed a blog entry in my head on my drive from class to work about the bucket of inadequacies and failures that had apparently been dumped on me in my sleep:
- I was pretty sure I had washed my hair with conditioner and shampoo in the shower that morning. I don’t even USE conditioner because my hair is thin (and stupid) and doing so would result in something similar to what would happen if I rubbed a stick of butter on my scalp.
- I had left my contacts in all weekend, which left my eyelids stuck together and the whites of my eyes colors that were, in fact, not white.
- During the night I received an e-mail alerting me to the fact that I would have to re-do a sizable portion of a project for a class I hate.
And there was more, and it was all pitiful. This blog isn’t about that. I realized, while thinking about all of those things as I forced my iPod to skip through all of the songs that embarrass me even when I’m alone in the car, that I was still riding the momentum of the good that was the weekend before. I could brush off those bad feelings and go home and wash my hair and wear my glasses for awhile. I could re-do my homework (or not) and look forward to another day off.
Which is what I did.1
I’m learning.
Of course, I had help, in the form of tiny little good things courtesy of the internet: I was tasked with posting a survey online about laundry detergent (don’t ask me to explain this) and after only an hour had more responses than I was sure I’d get at all; Someone gave me a link to this, which made me laugh because I am a little horrible (there’s another one!); and a member of a band that has been my favorite since I was probably too young to be liking them posted a video of his dog doing tricks, providing me with opportunity to like dogs again (I had been anti-dog for a few days because my own have the habit of farting when they’re near me, and Boston terrier farts are the worst breed of dog fart, I am convinced).
In conclusion: The internet is awesome2, even though Twitter is a little scary. I’m sure there’s something to be said about Cleveland too, but I don’t know what it is.
1. I tabled that mental-blog-post to think of one about how I’m probably going to hell, but um, let’s not talk about that either.
2. The internet also alerted me to this, which is fantastic.
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