Checking out at the grocery store….
Cashier: (to Captain Thoughtful) Oh! Do you go to that school?
Captain Thoughtful: No, I’m a professor there.
SIDE NOTE – Can we just shout out that people think Captain Thoughtful still looks young enough to be a student at University? I *was* a student like 3 months ago and people were all “Are you someone’s Mom?”
Cashier: That’s awesome! (Looks at me) Are you a professor too?
Me: No, I’m a therapist.
Cashier: That is so cool! Can you call my brother he really needs help?
Cashier: I’m not joking. He’s messed up. Can you call him?
Me: I can’t do that no, but I can tell you where he could get some help.
Cashier: Ok. Do you two have kids?
Cashier: You should. You two would have the cutest baby ever.
Then Captain Thoughtful and I left the store (after I told her where her brother could get some mental health help)
and even now, 24 hours later, I’m not sure what even happened there. It was like the weird dreams you have when you eat too much cheese before bed. Except it really happened and I didn’t even get to eat cheese.
Let’s just show each other love today, ok? (And by “each other” I mean human people and also animals in general)
I’ll start: You are kind and lovely and very much appreciated. It’s like if cotton candy were a person – that would be you.
Your turn. Spread some love today.
Maybe its weird but I’ve always been really proud of how loud I can snap. Like, I wasn’t a kid with many talents. Mostly I was just known for making everyone really uncomfortable by asking if they had seen any ghosts or knew of any secret passages in the school. But one thing I was always better at than everyone in my class was snapping really loud. It really impressed everyone in the third grade. Surprisingly, it impresses adults less. I’m still proud of it though, other adults are probably just jealous.
On Monday a rabbit stopped right in front of me on the sidewalk. It wasn’t skittish or afraid and it definitely didn’t run away. Instead, it pooped. It stopped right in front of me and pooped.
That seems like a sign to me. Of what, I’m not sure. I asked Captain Thoughtful what he thought the universe was trying to tell me and he said “I think all it means is that when you gotta go, you gotta go.”
Wise words from a handsome man.
When you are a woman, sometimes the way your body reacts to stress is very similar to how it would react to pregnancy. Which is why I recently bought pregnancy tests in bulk. Fun fact: I’m not pregnant, just stressed.
Another fun fact: This was a bad time to give up fried foods.
How do you handle your fear? What do you do when you’re scared?
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. For me, it depends on the fear. If it is illogical or very unlikely to occur, I typically rely on superstition. You know, combat nonsense with more nonsense that is totally *not* nonsense if it works. If it is a fear more likely to occur, then I construct a very logical plan and always have a back-up plan and a back-up back-up plan.
But I’m really interested in how other people battle their fear – what is your go-to fear conquering move?
Just remember that my Aunt J calls the TV show “American Ninja Warrior”, “American Ninja Turtle”. And she doesn’t do it as a joke, she just thinks that it what it’s called.
That had me laughing so hard I got the hiccups. And also, as long as people say funny things like that, and you can laugh so hard you get the hiccups, probably everything will be OK.