Despite loving dresses and high heels, as well as wearing them everyday, I have never been a very girlie girl. To some, that just doesn’t add up or make sense. I’m not saying I was a tomboy. But I just was never that into manicures (mani-pedis), for instance. There are many other things I can cite but will not as this isn’t even my main point. I started off by digressing. That may be a new record for me.
But, here we go.
Growing up I was filled with superstitions. Rather, I was constantly told and warned about superstitions. Black cats. Evil eye. Itch palms. Upside down broom. Name it, I’ve probably been warned about it. It made for an interesting childhood. It makes for an interesting adulthood. I grew up believing but was taught to be skeptical. And, now remain in-between.
One bit I was constantly told was that a burning ear meant someone was talking about me. For the life of me, I cannot recall what left versus right ear meant according to my mother. The google machine tells me that left ear burning means someone is talking badly about me. And, lo and behold my left ear has been burning. Considering I am making waves everywhere, I don’t doubt that is correct. However, my left ear is also burning because I accidently flat-ironed it. Oops.
Now, I have been asking myself whether it matters that I literally burned myself. I suppose I can be critical of myself. However, I have fairly good self-esteem. I try not to take things personally. That’s called good compartmentalization or a good coping mechanism. If you knew my exact line of work, you would applaud my coping strategies. Let’s get back to the matter at hand. What does it mean when you burn yourself? Of course, I’m talking about metaphorically. Well, yes I literally burn myself. As such, it must negate the supersition. Although, I am sure that would not matter at all to my mother. A superstition is a superstition. I certainly wish that she was around so that I could ask her. There comes that grief thing again.
Now, you may be harkening back to thd introductory paragraph herein and wondering how I would start off on such a digression. Here’s the thing. Every morning I now do my hair. I wasn’t so hair fussy before. I’ve always had long hair. But it used to be I would let the air dry my curly hair and I’d go sbout my way, with perhaps finger-combing it. Now, I blow dry it. I flat iron it. I style it. I fix it throughout the day. Does that mean I’m a girlie-girl? Of course not. That would be stereotyping and preposterous. However, I most certainly have changed my disposition. We evolve. We grow. Stop growing, we die.
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“We evolve. We grow. Stop growing, we die.” -by PM from New York.. New York as such
So Eloquently and Simply Put for the Obvious recipe for continuing Existence Success..
True.. This is what all of Creation Does that continues to not only Survive but Thrive in
More Light True.. But true too.. i remember Days of ‘Sitting Still’ Living with Superstitions
perhaps better Put a flavor of Autism and OCD.. when a Young Child Riding my Bicycle
around the Neighborhood Block.. Stuck in making the ‘Sign of the cross’ across my Face
for security of soul but perhaps forgetting at those moments that
Riding with my Hands on the Handle Bars a Safer way to
tour the Neighborhood.. hehe.. but again as Neuro-
Science Shows Humans are Emotional
And Feeling Creatures First Reason
Comes Next as we continue to
Basically Hallucinate
our realities based
on the Hallucinations
our Minds Create from Experience/now
‘Some’ with more Secure Handle Bars than
others for truly i created the Story of Crossing
Myself while riding around my Block Hands Free..
what else.. yes.. when i went to the Movie Theater
My Eyes Burned when watching Godzilla.. instead
of realizing the Movie was giving me anxiety i went
to the Concessions stand about 20 times and asked
the Woman there if my eyes were red.. honestly people
were so much more Compassionate in ‘those days’ as she patiently
told me no each and every time with a smile and didn’t ask/tell me
once
if/i was
Literally Nuts
and now i just
Collect them
as any Human Squirrel will.. hehe…
Fear is the Enemy.. Leave Fear Behind
And limitless possibilities arise that we
never thought were possible before..
A life without Fear is truly Bliss
but only when Love
accompanies
it to make
the Entire
Existence a
3rd Grade Valentine’s Lover
without fear doing least Harm Possible AFAiF(Feel)
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