AtoZ August 2012 — A Month of Controversy
Throughout the money of August 2012, my dear friend Aaron @dadblunders and I are doing a dry run of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge. This past April was my first official participation in such activity, and I had no idea what I was doing. No theme, no forethought, purely spur-of-the-moment. This time around, I have a plan. Join the fun!
For this event, I am engaging in a month of controversy. Consider yourself forewarned.
What’s Up Wenzday Point #2:
This is the fourth week of Andi-Roo’s Happiness Project, based on Gretchen Rubin’s blog.
Happiness Project Assignment #1: Create your own list of Personal Commandments.
Happiness Project Assignment #2: Personal Symbol
Happiness Project Assignment #3: Have More Fun!
Happiness Project #4:
Gretchen urges us to figure out the downers in our lives. She says,
“Without worrying yet
about what you’re going to do
to relieve these feelings,
examine your emotions
as you go through your days.”
“When do you feel angry?
What prompts feelings of guilt?
When do you feel bored?
Are you envious of anyone?
Do you feel afraid –
of cancer, of terrorists, of identity theft, of losing your job?”
“These emotions are unpleasant,
but they’re VERY valuable.
They’re showing you
what you need to change or accept.”
“Before you can fix bad feelings,
you have to understand what’s sparking them.”
Being one of the world’s angriest people, I can honestly say that I get really mad at the idea of anyone bossing me around (even metaphorically) or committing an injustice — particularly on those most unable to defend themselves, like animals or children. Some wise ass is probably going to point out that this sentiment exactly opposes my pro-choice stance, but then we’d be arguing at what point an embryo can be considered a helpless child. I’m not doing that. So pick away.
When do I feel angry? I’m talking about things likes the ass-clowns who throw babies against the wall. Or the men who rape. Or the abusive apes who beat up their spouse, kids, or dogs. Or the d-bags who desert their cats when they’re too selfish or lazy to figure out a better home for them. Or the beasts who drive drunk. That shit? That’s the kind of thing that sends my blood boiling. So, jack-wagons of Planet Earth, it’s YOUR fault if I die from high blood pressure. Thank you.
When do I feel guilty? When I’m sitting at my computer working, and my daughter wants me to come color with her. But the guilt doesn’t last long, because I usually stop and do what she wants. Which is party why my posts are always so late getting to my hubz, who isn’t happy at having to stay up till all hours of the night scheduling my bloggy-blog. So then I feel guilty all over again.
I also feel guilty when I can’t afford to give my son money for things… like college, or a car, or a nice backpacking trip through Europe. I feel guilty that I can’t buy season passes to our local Theme Park so that our family can regularly indulge in roller coaster carnage. I feel guilty that I’m behind on thousands of dollars worth of medical bills. I feel guilty that I’m at home instead of trying to find a job — but if I found one, I’d feel guilty being away from my daughter and having to place her in child care. I feel guilty that my parents are Republican, and I want to apologize to every homosexual on the planet for that.
I am never bored. I insist on fun, even if it only involves my lazy ass curled up on the couch under a magical afghan while reading a book. There is no such thing as boredom in my life. Maybe I’m broken?
When do I feel envious? I feel envious every time a group of women who have known each other since childhood talks about friendship. I moved around, being a military brat and then a service member myself, so I don’t have that background on which to draw. That whole going-to-the-mall, hanging-out, shopping-together experience? Totally lacking in my life. I have only recently begun meeting up with ONE exceptionally kind woman about once every few months for a couple hours over coffee. She sells Tupperware, and sometimes I buy a piece just to lure her into continuing to meet up with me. My only real friends are my hubz and my sister. And sometimes my sister doesn’t like me very much. After this post about abortion, she probably won’t talk to me for a while. I forgot to tell her to avoid my blog during August. Shit.
I don’t really feel afraid. I mean, except for about zombies, or scary movies. Shit doesn’t get me down. We have a court hearing later this month involving my daughter and her “real” dad. My feelings on the topic? Whatever. Once you’ve done everything you can, worrying about the outcome is pointless. Things seem to be in my favor, so why be scared? I’m more concerned about the number of windows we have on the ground floor of this house, through which looters or monsters can enter and kill us during the impending apocalypse.
“Next week: some thoughts about how to eliminate these bad feelings.”
Can’t wait to see how Gretchen makes the voices stop!
What’s Up Wenzday Point #3:
My Work in Progress, or as I like to call it, my wippy-doodle!
Finalized expansions and re-writes on Chapter 1, and am working to finalize the same on Chapter 2. Then will be submitting to a writing contest!
Had to submit a bio for an article I wrote which is due to be published at an as-yet unnamed date. That was a first and I should have listed it under “Shit that scares me silly!”
Hopefully have another writing project in the works soon — super secret at the moment, but hopefully deets to come in the near future!
And that’s what’s up Wenzday.
Hope your Hump-Day is full of hump-ish good times.
I’d love to hear what’s up with YOUR Wenzday!
And please tell me how *YOUR* Happiness Project is coming along!