Oh, I love people. I love to people watch at malls and Walmart. It's freaking hilarious to watch how others interact and deal with people in different situations.
The other night we were at Freddie's getting groceries and putting them away in the truck. All of a sudden we see this chubby girl (and by chubby I mean, the child should not have been drinking the soda in her hands - yes I do judge) run out of the store and run up to a car, yelling (for all to hear), "NO! I get the front seat!" Now, we all have had those fights without siblings, especially in public. Who didn't create that embarrassment for your parents?? I feel that those moments are prepayments for all of the embarrassing public moments they will make when they are 90.
ANYHOW, this young, chubby demon starts throwing the biggest temper tantrum I have seen in a LONG, LONG time. Jumping up and down, fists wailing in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs, "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!!!" Now, I think of mommy as term of endearment when children like to make sure their parents know they are cute. This was not the correct usage of this term, and I'm pretty sure that her mom did not think so either, because she yelled back, "GET IN THE CAR AND SHUT UP!"
Jerrod and I were laughing very hard and thanking the good Lord for not giving us kids.
Anyhow, so that brings me to today and class. I am taking an interpersonal communications class and it's actually very interesting. I have not been able to daydream once in class, which is unusual.
Today we had to bring in items to represent who we were and there was a good assortment of stuff brought: lots (LOTS) of people brought bibles, lots of pictures, and random stuff like movies, floss, peppers, shoes, etc... I brought a picture of a shelf in my room that holds a lot of knick-knacks that I find meaning in, a Mr. Potato Head dressed as a NY Yankee because of my competitive nature, my love of sports and the connection it has to Jerrod, and a toothbrush to show how neurotic I am about making sure I don't smell.
The winner on "Most Interesting Story" was a woman who held up a book. She started talking about how the book represented who she was growing up and her family and their importance. They would go camping at this particular lake, sit around the water when it was dark and stare up at the spaceships.
Did she just say f'in spaceships?!
Oh, yes. Because after that (when my attention was fully hers) she continued with this, "It was really interesting how the spaceships were all different sizes and how we had this incredible experience with extra-terrestrial beings. And that is a part of who I am, you know, connecting the metaphysical world with the physical world."
I was told once that curse words add no value or intelligent thought to words. But I could only think of curse phrases such as "Holy Sh*t" and "Are you f*ing kidding me?"
Please don't misunderstand. I believe that we are not the only beings in the universe and the universes connected to ours. I believe that our planet has been "contacted" by other beings in various ways. But I do doubt that there were space ships flying over this lake in Wisconsin like they were airplanes. And I can't believe she would share such ... intimate details with our class that have met 3 times total. How do you know there isn't a jerk like me in the class that will outwardly balk (cause I'm pretty sure I didn't have my poker face on when she said this) if you told me?
But it did give me a chance to ponder something different for today....
Space ships....
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Yes,Theresa, there are plenty of spaceships and aliens in Wisconsin, don't-cha know! Where have you been all your life?!
ReplyDeleteI love these kind of classes. Aren't they fun?! I had a diversity class in college, one of those pesky graduation requirements. The collection of people in that class were - lets just say - eclectic. There was a 32 year old guy, living in the dorms, in his 5th year of college without an actual major who's defining articles were his action figures and barbies (yes barbies) all in their original packaging. He had some that were duplicates so he could actually play with some of them... One gal in the class was either bipolar, or wished she was bipolar, because she wore everything half 'light' and half 'dark'- right down the middle. Her clothes were nice on one side of her and grunge on the other side, yes cut apart and sewn together. Normal colored hair on one side of her head and the other side was purple and red. She wore outfits like this everyday to class - and her personality matched. Yup - we all meet some interesting people in our classes. That's why higher education is so important. It makes you realize that you could have had it worse in high school, and that you are by no means at the bottom of the food chain. It also teaches you to use poker faces, say things like "that's nice", and put up with the many people you will have to work with in real life and their incredibly weird and annoying habits.