I have been trying to adopt a British accent. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time trying to formulate one of my own. Thus far I have failed miserably. I have learned, however, that the "reading voice" in my head has it down pretty well and have decided to apply said accent to anything and everything I read from here on out. You should give it a try.
I’ve had a difficult time focusing on anything productive today. Feel a tad disconnected. I've spent a considerable amount of time daydreaming. Anyone who knows me well is aware of the fact that I am an avid "people watcher". I like to create scenarios and conclusions about perfect strangers. I do this quite often. Whenever possible, actually. Some might consider this judgmental. Don’t be fooled. It is not. The victims (I call them "characters") are unaware of such thrilling productions being made amongst their presence.
Speaking of make believe, remember Mr. Rogers’ trolley that led out of the living room into an imaginary land where puppets lived under the reign of King Friday and Queen Sara Saturday. Sometimes Mr. Rogers would cheat and use the means of a fake castle resting on his kitchen table to enter imaginary land. This was unacceptable to me and led to much disappointment. My favorite townsperson was Lady Elaine Fairchilde. What a jokester she was. Always keeping weirdos like mailman Mr. McFeely in his place. I will admit I think it was unfair that Lady lived in a merry-go-round while poor Daniel lived in an old clock. Explains his chronic depression.
Speaking of depression, I recently had the displeasure of hanging out with a couple who hates each others’ guts. To the core. To be around them is as painful as taking crumbs and salt lingering at the bottom of a potato chip bag and dumping it into your open eyes. You have to wonder what brought the lovebirds together in the first place. I try to "make believe" that the anger by day turns into mind blowing passion by night but by the looks of these two I would say the last time they were intimate was 6 weeks before their wedding. I don’t get it. Why not put an end to the mighty apparent misery. Are these people masochistic? Most of you can relate to a similar couple. Generally speaking the female is the dominator. The husband is usually so scared of her he has learned how to quietly "agree to disagree" and has taken a considerable amount of time researching what a labotomy entails - giving or taking. The girl that I know has no qualms about calling her husband out on all of his wrongdoings in a public setting amongst friends (90% of these wrong doings are just doings but no one in their right mind would ever cross my friend while she is having one of her moments). The fear on hubbie’s face is terrifying. This common scenario is usually followed by wife running off to a place "to be alone" which translates to "I am going to pout and every one of you better give me the attention I am craving". Common phrases heard during said pity parties are "He better come say he’s sorry or else" or "Oh [insert friend name], I simply can’t take it anymore. I’m done, I’m done". No one can stand the nervous energy that floats around the room any time these two are within hearing distance. It’s draining. Debilitating at times. I know I like to complain about single life but give me 2 minutes around these guys and I am swearing off marriage forever.
I'm out. Terribly busy day and not enough time for bloggin'. I am incredibly exhausted. We'll chat this week.
Tired Sasssssssssssss.................
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