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Saturday, March 30, 2024

Dating App Profiles... YIKES! @-@

So, sorry again for the delay... But I think it was only a couple of weeks or so, so at least I'm getting better? 😅

So, I've tried a couple of times to write a blog post covering 2023: The Year From Hell, in order to more rapidly update you, my loyal readers, on how much absolute chaos came in, tore my life apart, and then rebuilt it as something almost unrecognizable.  Each time, I get to about March before the sorrow bogs me down and... well, it's basically this scene from The Neverending Story:

So, for the present moment and until I might possibly be able to summarize things, I'm just going to keep writing posts about relevant events or emotions in my current life and give the 2023 connection as the tragic backstory.  

Here goes Attempt #1 at Life after 2023...

One of the biggest changes in 2023 was the end of my 26-year marriage. Things didn't start out on the best foundation to begin with, and just like in the biblical Parable of the House Foundations in Matthew 7, our marriage collapsed when the storms of life came roaring through (I'm not going to get into the details here in this post, or possibly ever in this blog.  Then again, if I DO, I will try to be as careful as I can to be fair and to protect what needs to be protected, both for myself and for my ex.  Because it's the right thing to do, that's why...)

My marriage officially ended on December 29th of 2023, after 13 months of separation and failed mediation.  A couple of weeks later, just out of curiosity, I started looking at dating services to see what might be out there for the second half of my life.  And Whooooo, BOY... The post-40 online dating scene is WHACK, y'all! 😳🤯😱  Not just because in order to actually filter matches by anything relevant, I had to sign up for a paid account (which is stupid and a pain in the Mikta from my perspective as someone who is "Just LOOKING, for crying out loud! Jeez!") And not just because most of the tentative matches looked and sounded like my ex... Though that WAS a definite roadblock to me actually creating any paid accounts on any of the dating apps I explored (Beautiful Letdown's Life Hack #1: "Occupation" should describe your generalized career pathway when you are working at what you trained for and expected to do until you retire... Please stop listing "Unemployed" as your Occupation, for the love of all things that are holy, unholy, and everything in between AND for your future hopes of ever actually meeting someone through a dating app 😬)

No, for ME, the absolute most whack thing about dating apps is this: Most of them want me to create a "Dating Profile" of some sort or another, so that I can introduce myself proactively to potentially EVERY SINGLE MALE USER OF THE SITE and let them decide whether or not to initiate contact.  In theory, my profile would only appear magically to those who somehow have convinced the app's algorithm that we might make a good match... In reality, though, I think the "Currently-Dating" subsection of the general public most definitely needs a bit more of a heads-up before deciding whether or not to initiate contact with me 😅

Soooooo... Those of you who know me can already guess where this is going, and can choose to bow out gracefully now.  For the rest of you, here is what I came up with for my potential "Dating Profile" 😄

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Dating Profile Sketch

Personality: Sparkling. As in you could put me out for unsuspecting porch pirates and make a YouTube career out of the results, a la Mark Rober. I am a walking, talking Glitter Bomb.  Or, to quote Glen Phillips yet again, I am a riot of color and light... See the end for the usual tangentially-connected-to-something-somewhere-in-the-post music video 😊

Looks: After seeing myself in the mirror every morning for several decades, I’ve grown somewhat immune to the effect. But you probably won’t need a Rottweiler to scare away solicitors if I happen to answer the door without my full makeup on. Or even WITH my full makeup on… I’m just that stunning, I guess. 

Religion: Christian, but I was raised Jewish by a mom who honestly believed she was the reincarnation of Jesus’ sister Leah who was a druid-like cave prophetess. I kid you not, she honestly believed this. She also believed that America in the 1980s and ‘90s was heading for it’s own Holocaust, so she raised my sister and I as “undercover” Jews who celebrated Christmas and Easter so we might not be swept up in the raids she was sure were about to happen. I embraced Jesus Christ as my Savior when I was 20 after 2 decades of struggling to not keep hitting rock bottom, and have found a way to honor my Jewish heritage and my Christian faith by blending them into the way I live and the choices I make each day. I currently attend a Baptist church because they accept both parts of my faith and have never asked me to renounce my Jewishness in order to become a “new creation Christian”. (Not a single word of this is hyperbole, unlike many/most of my other responses in this profile.) 

Occupation: Yes. I am very occupied most of the time. I currently work as a substitute teacher at the high school level, but I also work as a front-end manager at a small grocery store on the weekends and over the summer. Basically what I do is supervise grown adults and adults-in-training, make sure that they are doing what they are supposed to be doing at that moment, and guide and train them if they don’t know how to do what they’re supposed to do. I’ve found over years of trial and error that I don’t have the patience for large groups of small children, but that I’m really good at working with teenagers, young adults, and customers who want to know if they can return the 16 packages of hemp seed that they bought last week for $2.97 apiece and then re-buy them for the current clearance price of 4 for 97 cents. (Again, not hyperbole… I told Hemp Seed Lady that the ONLY reason I was going to do the “exchange” for her was because she was totally upfront and honest about it, and that it was a refreshing change from the usual do-the-return-at-one-register-and-then-rebuy-the-same-item-at-a-different-register sketchiness.) 

Hobbies: Portrait photography, reading, jewelry-making, digital art and clothing re-design (basically buying clothes at Goodwill or on Temu and then altering them to make them look like I actually want them to look). And also ping-ponging between trying to get my generally unflappable closing manager to finally lose his schnozz over my shenanigans and apologizing profusely to him for making his job harder than it needs to be. 

Family: Divorced with 3 grown kids and a whole bunch of “adopted” kiddos from over the years. Mom passed away this past summer, and Dad is in a memory care facility, so the upshot is that you won’t have to worry about impressing (or even meeting, unless you want to bring your own Ouija board) my parents. 

Music: All of this is my own personal opinion, of course, but… Jazz is the best instrumental music there is, period. Nirvana is extremely overrated… Dave Pirner and Doug Hopkins could both write Kurt Cobain under the table. “New Miserable Experience” is pretty darn close to a perfect album, with not a single skippable track on it, as is “And the Horse They Rode In On". So are Switchfoot’s “Nothing Is Sound” and “The Beautiful Letdown”. And if Nirvana is overrated, then Toad the Wet Sprocket is equally underrated, and have only improved since “Fear” and “Dulcinea”. So, basically, my playlist is a collection of 1970s comfort music, 1980s pop, 1990s alternative, and 2000s Christian rock, plus some of my kid’s jazz band recordings and other random stuff that I just like. 

TV: Not a huge TV watcher, but my favorite shows are Agents of SHIELD, Stargate SG-1, Arrow, and Firefly. Plus I actually made myself watch all 9 seasons of The Flash AND the entire Inhumans series, so that counts towards endurance in the face of agony and utter "WTH is THIS, now?!?"-ness, in my book. 

Movies: Unless a movie is really, really good, I find myself losing interest and checking the remaining runtime by about the halfway point. Some movies that DIDN’T have me checking the runtime at halftime include “Life Is Beautiful”, “A Beautiful Mind”, “The Greatest Showman”, “O Brother Where Art Thou”, “The Princess Bride”, “Knives Out”, “The Book Thief”, and 3 of the 4 Avengers movies (feel free to guess or fight me on which one I was peeking at my phone clock during) There are a lot of other movies that were good enough to keep watching after checking the runtime, but these are probably my favorites and always worth a re-watch. 

Looking for: Someone who is willing to put up with my shenanigans and accept me for who I am, not who you think I might become in time. There is no doubt that I am difficult; the question is whether or not I am worth it. 

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So... There you have it.  I never actually signed up for any of the dating apps after the "free" trial or whatever they offered... And that ended up totally being OK, because I actually DID end up meeting someone online in a completely different format.  And if you think dating apps are whack, just try dating ITSELF after 40 sometime (potentially more on THAT topic in future blog posts, depending on how things go from here 😄) 

Also, here is the promised music video... This is currently one of my favorite songs, and has been for almost a year now.  It's just kind of me and my current hopes in a 4-and-a-half minute nutshell 😍



Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Deceptively Bouncy Songs About Really Dark Stuff...

(The rough draft of this post was written in 2014 or thereabouts... I've updated it for 2024 because it's one of the posts I've always wanted to finish and post, so be prepared for some back-and-forth time travel between 2014 and the current day :-D)

Ah, music... That gentle breeze that softens the heart, soothes the soul, and inspires all sorts of belabored caterwauling ^_^   This is kind of a related post to the one about music at high school dances...  While that post focused on a conversation I had with one of my daughter's friends about the current state of pop music, this post is inspired by a conversation my daughter had with a different friend of hers.  This friend has an unruly habit of bursting into random songs at nearly random times for no apparent reason (and for those of you who knew my daughter in high school, you probably also know exactly who I'm talking about here... but I'm not naming names, so y'all be quiet there :-P )

As the story goes, my daughter and her friend are sitting in Biology class when, for no reason explicable to anyone but himself, he randomly starts singing "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by those studly icons of early eighties fashion Wham!  (In case you're one of those poor misfortunate souls who missed the 1980s, here's a little audio-visual reminder of the glory of Wham!... and hot pants, evidently o.O )
 


Now, my ex-husband and I both grew up in the 80s (him as a teen and myself as an elementary-schooler), and as punishment over the years, we've both forced our children to watch selected MTV footage from our own youth.  ("Oh, yeah?  So THAT'S what YOUR friends are listening to???  Well, let me show YOU something, Buttercup...")  So my daughter is well familiar with not only the song itself, but also with the actual lyrics of the song and the story it tells; for those who don't remember (or who can only tolerate about 34 seconds of the above video o.O ), here are the words:

You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging me
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)

You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same

'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin'' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah, baby)

(Jitterbug)
(Jitterbug)

Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead

(Jitterbug)

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
Wake me up before you go-go, don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a
yo-yo
Take me dancing

(Boom-boom-boom-boom)

(source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/)
So, after boiling down all those masterful literary allusions and all of the boom-boom-booms, what you basically have is a bouncy little song about a guy whose girl is leaving him at home to go out dancing with other guys behind his back.  Which is what my daughter immediately began to tell her friend... only with a lot more huffing and puffing and stomping and righteous indignation than I feel up to putting into this blog post right now ^_^  To his credit, I don't think her friend has ever had the nerve to sing that song in front of her ever again; his response to her diatribe, however, was something along the lines of "But, it's just a song... A fast, bouncy, happy song!  Just listen to it... How can you not love this song?!?"

Which is what got me thinking... How many other songs are there out there that sound happy and cute and bouncy but are really dark and depraved and depressing?

Well, here are a couple that come to mind...

1. Gin Blossoms, "Hold Me Down"
Basically, a song about getting wasted, hating it, but doing it anyway...  Actually, I do love this song, not because I think it's bouncy (though it is) and happy (it's most definitely not), but because it reminds me why I chose not to drink for 30 years and why, after 30 years of fear of becoming my mother, I started drinking again to see if I could actually handle it or not, or if I was letting my fear control me too much.  To my inherent relief, I've discovered that I am stubborn enough after forty-mrrphhfff years of sometimes-hard living to limit myself to 2 glasses of wine at the end of the day, when I'm not planning on going out again for the night, and to not ever go beyond that.  So I have hope that I'm able to conquer and subdue this particular childhood demon, with God's help :-)  But anyway, here's the song...


Lyrics:
So I guess I must have just been dreaming
When I thought I heard myself say no
Anyway it looks like no one heard me so here I go
'Cause when you're in the company of strangers
Or just the strangers you call friends
You know before you start just how it's going to end

When the doors swing open and all the drinks are passed around
Anytime the pickin's look too easy
Hold me down

I can't remember why I like this feeling
When it only seems to let me down
Soon I find I'm searching for the exit from the ground
If I think the room is turning faster
Then I think the music is too loud
By then I've lived another broken story to let me down

When those doors swing open and all the drinks are passed around
When half the party moves into the bathroom
Hold me down
Or if you're at the tail end of the evening
And Dr. Feelgood comes around
Anytime the pickin's look too easy
Hold me down

Down if I want that part
Down if I've gone too far

Well I guess I must have just been reeling
When I felt myself begin to fall
I realize I'm bounding down the hallways and off the walls
If my bed was standing in the corner
I could just fall into it right now
And know that I'd just be staring at the ceiling going round

So remember, when those doors swing open and all the drinks are passed around
Anytime the pickin's look too easy
Hold me down

2. Toad the Wet Sprocket, "Fall Down"
Another song from my early teens, this one's about watching a friend self-destruct and feeling helpless to do anything about it.  Once again, I actually like this song because I've been both the self-destructor and the friend watching from the sidelines, and this song reminds me not to stand by and do nothing anymore.  Still, not a happy song...



Lyrics:
She said "I'm fine, I'm okay"
Cover up your trembling hands
It's indecision when you know you ain't got nothing left
When the good times never stay
And the cheap thrills always seem to fade away
When will we fall down?

Jump back, got to get out of here
Been too, too long this time
Jump back, got to get out of here
When will we fall down?

She hates her life she hates her skin she even hates her friends
Tries to hold on to all the reputations she can't mend
And there's some chance we could fail
But the last time someone was always there for bail
When will we fall down?

Jump back, got to get out of here
Been too, too long this time
Jump back, got to get out of here
When will we fall down?

She said "I'm fine, I'm okay"
Cover up your trembling hands
It's indecision when you know you ain't got nothing left
For the last time conscience calls
For a good friend I was never there at all
When will we fall down? 


3. Sleeperstar, "Bullseye Trigger"
Unlike a lot of what I listen to, here is a song that's actually from this century (funny how that sounds really cool until you actually think about it... o.O )  I like this song because it's got a story to it... It makes me actually want to write the rest of the novel around it ^_^


Lyrics:
"Don't bring a gun," couldn't say it enough
"Just the money and a smile
Don't try to be tough"
Shoes and jeans and a cardigan sweater
You would say I'd never looked better
I meet her in the corner of a high-class bar
She says, "Boy, you don't know where you are"
She moves quicker, bullseye trigger
Somehow the cops still manage to miss her

"Don't try to talk to the EMT"
The officer is trying to question me
"The lady left the scene on a Japanese bike
With a bottle of Port, and some Menthol lights"
I feel the respirator going off and on
They assure me that it really won't take that long
But the burning
The burning is burning
The burning is burning
The burning is burning

She don't feel the pain she's causin'
You thought that you were automatic
The only one that's gonna survive
I've got evidence on her
A bullet in the shoulder
You can have it if you want it
If she can't finish what she started
Not a threat no it's a promise
I'll make you wish you never left me alive
Can you feel the heat that's comin'?
It's sure to be traumatic
When I finally get my hands on you

I meet her in the corner of a high-class bar
She says, "Boy, you don't know where you are"
She moves quicker, bullseye trigger
Somehow the cops still manage to miss her

She don't feel the pain she's causin'
You thought that you were automatic
The only one that's gonna survive
I've got evidence on her
A bullet in the shoulder
You can have it if you want it
If she can't finish what she started
Not a threat no it's a promise
I'll make you wish you never left me alive
Can you feel the heat that's comin'?
It's sure to be traumatic
When I finally get my hands on you

She don't feel the pain she's causin'
You thought that you were automatic
The only one that's gonna survive
I've got evidence on her
A bullet in the shoulder
You can have it if you want it
If she can't finish what she started
Not a threat no it's a promise
I'll make you wish you never left me alive
Can you feel the heat that's comin'?
It's sure to be traumatic
When I finally get my hands on you

4. The Eagles, "Heartache Tonight"

This will forever be known to me as "The Middle-School-Dance Song", because it literally sounds like the after-the-fact summary of every single middle school dance that my daughter went to and/or every single high school dance that I chaperoned 😆  I have loved the bass line of this song and its inescapable singalongability (yes, Google, I KNOW that's not a real word, but by God it should be...) since I was a small child listening to my mom's record collection, but the lyrics didn't really take on a 3-dimensional aspect until I was a parent chaperone at school dances 😂


Lyrics:
 
Somebody's gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
There's nothin' we can do
Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
Make it come out right
 
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Lord, I know
 
Some people like to stay out late
Some folks can't hold out that long
But nobody wants to go home now
There's too much goin' on
This night is gonna last forever
Last all, last all summer long
Sometime before the sun comes up
The radio is gonna play that song
 
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Lord, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
The moon shinin' bright
So turn out the light and we'll get it right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Heartache, baby

Somebody's gonna hurt someone (somebody)
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
There's nothing we can do
everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night (mmm)
Everybody wants to take a little chance
And make it come out right
 
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Let's go
 
We can beat around the bushes
We can get down to the bone
We can leave it in the parking lot
But either way there's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Oh, I know there'll be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight I know
Woo-woo
Break my heart

5. "Trigger Happy", by Weird Al Yankovic

This is seriously one of the most bizarrely peppy songs I have EVER heard... And I LOVE it way more than I probably should 😂  Only Weird Al Yankovic can take the subject matter of the NRA, Second Amendment rights, and accidental shootings and turn it into a peppy surf-pop ditty that DOESN'T get him culturally-cancelled... And he does a masterful job here of poking holes in the argument that the 2nd Amendment guarantees the unlimited right to bear whatever arms we can imagine under any possible circumstances we can imagine, no matter what.  So it's a rare combination of relevant social commentary, clever lyricism, and high-energy pop candy music, and as I've said before, I LOVE it 😍. I think this is actually my second-favorite Weird Al song of all time... I will address my all-time favorite song of his in a future blog post about breakup songs, but for now, here's "Trigger Happy", in all its glory:

 Lyrics:

Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
There's no feeling any greater
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day


Well, you can't take my guns away, I got a constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the Commies attack us tonight
I'll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day
trigger, trigger happy


Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away


Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again
Now why'd you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad
You know, I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day


Oh, I still haven't figured out the safety on my rifle yet
Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
We'll have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, I'm so trigger happy, trigger happy every day
trigger, trigger happy


Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away


Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
We'll get all liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves


Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight
Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight
I always keep a Magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
Because I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day
trigger, trigger happy


Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away 

(For the record, before anyone accuses me of being a whore to either side of the gun rights debate, I'd just like to point out that I think BOTH sides can agree that Yankovic's description is something we'd ALL like to avoid, and that somewhere in the middle, we can all find an agreeable compromise between safety and security.)

OK, now it's your turn... What are YOUR favorite bouncy songs about really dark stuff? 😀




Monday, March 4, 2024

Inappropriate Worship Songs, Part 1...

OK, so at the very least, this should be a short post... 

I use iBroadcast for my music streaming because it allows me to upload my entire music collection and then stream it from my phone, my computer, pretty much any browser window everywhere as long as I can remember my login email and password. Plus, I can use the "One Queue" option to use the same playlist on all of my devices and almost seamlessly move between my computer and my phone without restarting the song (which is nice for when I'm listening to music on my Mac and then have to head out to work and want to continue the song I'm listening to in the car on my drive) :-D 

So, anyway, I'm sitting here at home listening to my music and scrolling through FB, and a song by one of my most recent favorite artists comes on... I've always known of Glen Phillips as the lead singer of Toad the Wet Sprocket, and I knew on a theoretical level that he had put out some solo albums. But it wasn't until I separated from my husband of 25 years and started trying to figure out who I actually was aside from wife, mother, and verbal punching bag that I started listening to Phillips' solo work. Some of his songs are just beautiful, and others are snarky as heck... And some are both at the same time, which I find hilarious :-D Some of his songs make me feel called out under a spotlight (looking at YOU, here, "Professional Victim"...)

And then there's the song I heard tonight. Which sits in a class all by itself as my most favorite Inappropriate Worship Song Ever :-D 

The song I'm talking about is "Drive By", from Phillips' first solo album, Abulum. On the surface, it's the reminiscence of a childhood incident, inspired by a story told to Phillips by his friend Ben Folds. But what I most love about this song is that at the core of the chorus, it's a worship song to a God who is there in both the holy and the profane moments of our lives. A God who doesn't just live in the church we visit (sometimes) on Sundays, but who sits in the backseat of the car with us as we set out on dubious missions, with all of our doubts screaming in our ears the whole time. A God who longs for us to call out to him in our random moments of desperation, not just our moments of proper behavior when we've got it all together and have already completed 3 of the 5 items on our daily to-do list. Because you see, this is the God I know and love. He's a God who has been there consistently through all of my darkest times, even when I didn't know He was there. He was there when I was being abused and is the one who kept it from killing me. When I was trying to kill myself, He was the one who kept me from succeeding. He was there when I struggled with the overwhelming role of being a parent, and He whispered advice in my ear that helped me raise 3 phenomenal humans that I am so, so, SO very proud of every day. He was there when my parents told me I was ugly, stupid, too much trouble, and a failure at what I was "supposed" to be. When my now-ex screamed in my face so closely that I felt his spit hit my cheeks and forehead that if I was going to act stupid (by remaining silent as he screamed), he was going to treat me like I was stupid, "A stupid, F**KING B*TCH."

At all of these times, my God has been there quietly in the background to tell me "Shhh... It's OK, that's not true. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, you are My child and I will avenge you, you have a future that you would not even believe even if I told you it in advance." My God is a god of the current moment, not just of the eventual future glory. 

Which brings me back to "Drive By" by Glen Phillips. I will warn you in advance, this is definitely a PG-13 song, subject matter-wise. No bad language, but you might be hard pressed to explain some of what he's talking about to a pre-pubescent child, just saying X-D 

 

I love this song, but something tells me it's not going to be popping up in my church's worship service any time soon...

Sunday, March 3, 2024

Why I Hate Taking Selfies

The other day, a friend I was texting sent me a selfie and asked me to send one as well... Nothing inappropriate, just kind of putting a non-emoji face to words. And I was reminded yet again why even the thought of taking selfies puts me into an irrational state of frozen terror, because I am the LEAST photogenic person I know >_<

Some people just seem to naturally be able to take a perfect selfie from any place at any time.  My daughter has a friend who just somehow seems to look amazing in every single photograph I've ever seen of him... This was a long-running joke at one point, since every time she would post pictures on social media with this particular friend in them, virtually ALL of her female friends would go ballistic and try to get his phone number, street address, class schedule, or any other potentially identifying piece of intel from her by any means necessary.  I think we decided eventually that this friend could probably post pictures of himself on the toilet taking a dump and STILL look hot... (No, as far as I am aware, no such pictures exist, because that's gross and just... Ewww.)

On the other hand, pretty much every candid photograph of me has me looking like a combination of Lurch from the Addams Family, the accomplice whose testimony puts the killer in jail in pretty much every Forensics Files episode ever, and one of the sexier Orcs from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.  And in the vast majority of posed photographs, I look like I want to be literally anywhere else doing anyTHING else at the moment the shutter goes off.  I'm not all that ugly in real life (I promise), but for some reason I simply do not photograph well :-/ 

This is not a post about the pros and cons of "selfie culture" or about how TikTok may be the single greatest threat to world peace in the high school classroom... I'm operating on too little sleep to go that deep.  But ever since the selfie incident the other day, I've been puzzling over why I have such an aversion to having my picture taken, and I think I may have finally figured it out :-) 

I think some people seem to have an innate knowledge of themselves and an ability to be still in who they are... When a camera comes out, they can pause and rest confidently in themselves long enough for an image to be captured of their face and their soul.  Which continues to build their confidence, because they can look at the photos and recognize themselves and go, "Yep, that's me! :-D"


And then there's me.  Those of you who know me know I am a force of nature, a hurricane in constant motion who cannot sit still or shut up to save her life :-D  And I am still, at forty-mrphff years old trying to figure out who I am, especially with all of the chaos that 2023 dumped into my life.  So while I am getting much better at being still and knowing that God is God (and I am not, for the record, just in case anyone was wondering ;-D), I have not yet learned to be still and know who and/or what I am :-/  So, in terms of still photography, this might explain why virtually every picture taken of me ever looks like your TV screen when you pause the video on a particularly awkward moment... 

 

So, yeah, who knows... Maybe I've just solved one of the great mysteries of our time here.  Or maybe I just felt the need to get this concept out of my head and onto the screen so I can go and enjoy my day off after a long and exhausting work week :-D  

(And no, I shall not be posting any selfies here... That would kind of defeat the purpose of a semi-anonymous blog now, wouldn't it? ;-D)