Little Voices in My Head

Foolish

I look like a fool when I dance.
My feet can’t be moved very far
but my hips can’t be stopped!
My arms move of their own accord,
to the half beat
while my head sways to the down.

I act like a fool when I laugh.
My head tips back,
my mouth gapes open, canyon-like
and gaffaws spill forth like
Niagra’s famous flows.

I feel like a fool when I talk about myself.
I never know where to begin,
or to stop.
My face flushes a bright crimson.
My tounge trips over my teeth,
and my brain pauses and starts at random.

But I still dance
when the music plays
and even when it doesn’t.
I laugh every time the mood strikes me.
And if you catch me at the right moment,
I’ll even share a story or two
about myself
If I’m not too busy acting like a fool.

Stupid Stupid STUPID Idiots *and the men who love them*

     So I was watching “Designing Women” the other day. I know, I just earned my ‘Girl Card’ back for like the next year or so, (see “Girl Card Earnings and Losings” page for details) when I saw a story line that caught and captured my attention. Poor Carlene was in a bit of a pickle. She was confused. Those of you familiar with the show will know that this is no big shock. She’s dating this guy, and she has fallen for him HARD. Oh, she thinks he’s just PERFECT for her. He says all the right things, treats her like a queen, gets along with her friends….but…there is this ONE little fly in the ointment. There is ONE little thing that throws the whole show out of whack. Her friends on the show, of course, suspect something is up; and we as the omnipotent audience know the guy is a psycho, the same way we know that the busty blond virgin is the next to die in the slasher flick. The buxom blond shouldn’t have gone up the stairs and poor Carlene was just WAAAAYYY too happy with this guy for good TV drama.
     Naturally, Carlene must be confronted with evidence of her lover’s insanity to be convinced, and hilarity ensues and it all wraps up beautifully in the end with many many giggles and a huge hug. It’s on the LIFETIME network, what did you expect?

If only life were so similarly suited.
     We all have those Carlenes in our lives. We all have that friend that just won’t listen to reason when it comes to her latest, and (in her mind), greatest, beaus. Bet my flowered mu-mu you can name her right now and are nodding your head. She wouldn’t listen to you, she was blinded by infatuation, lust, shiny gifts, wonder, whatever. And we are left holding her hand and helping her pick up the pieces each time the looser breaks her heart, and we are wondering why on earth she does it time and time again. The Idiot.
     Yet, we have ALL done this, haven’t we ladies? We’ve all been sucked into that shiny void where flaws seem distant, and annoyances seem minor. We’ve all smiled at the not-so-funny, faked sympathy for the really-his-fault-anyway, and let’s face it, just plain faked IT. Are we Idiots too? 
     No. Most emphatically not. So what if after those first few dates, weeks, months, maybe even 2 years, you wipe away the stardust, and find those cracks? We all have them. Take a peek at your behind once in awhile, trust me, it’s split. We do this time and time again on the one in a million chance that we find the person with cracks we can live with. Or even better, we find the one in a billion with cracks and flaws that somehow, someway, enhance our own. Like the ancient frescoes, some cracks can make the whole picture just that much more interesting. Most times we find cracks too wide, or too hideous, or too unmatched to our own. We mourn. We even despair just a little. But the journey was fun wasn’t it? Learned a few things? That in and of itself was worth it. Pretty damn smart, ya know, for a bunch of Idiots.