Friend’s youngest child, a girl, is going to college this fall. Friend and husband didn’t go to college and their other children either didn’t go to college or lived at home while pursuing a degree.
Friend, who knows I went away to college and lived in the dorms [oh yes I did], was asking what advice would I give to her daughter.
Based on my experiences.
During the Dark Ages.
The question stumped me. I mean, it was soooo long ago, and while I admit that going away to college and living in the dorms helped define who I am today, my immediate answer was the somewhat less than articulate: I DUNNO.
Friend, of course, was taking none of that nonsense so together we got talking about time-honored clichés & proverbial wisdom. You know, the things we say to each other, meant to be inspiration or balm for the soul, as we listen to each other’s woes and joys.
Eventually we realized that our advice could be put into five categories. We might be phrasing things differently, but we were saying the same basic five ideas over and over again. They are as follows.
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BE WARY: take care • don’t be a pawn in someone else’s game • make no assumptions • ask yourself, where is the lie?
BE YOURSELF: follow your dreams • reach for the stars • well-behaved women rarely make history • define yourself
DO YOUR BEST: never give up • if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again • the same fire that consumes the straw, refines the gold • positive begets positive
PEOPLE SUCK: stupid is an iceberg • no matter what, someone will take it too seriously • never make as your priority someone who considers you optional • “no” is a complete sentence
OH WELL, WHATEVER: don’t let the seeds stop you from enjoying the watermelon • tomorrow is another day • build a bridge, get over it • plans change, often
For better or worse I’ve taken some online quizzes…
• THE FIRST QUIZ I took was Gretchen Rubin’s Four Tendencies Quiz. It is HERE.
My results tell me I’m a QUESTIONER, meaning I “Resist outer expectations, Meet inner expectations.” While it might be heavy-handed to say that I questioned my results, I [of course] did.
Or at least I did initially.
However upon reflection, I’ve decided to embrace my natural tendency to question. Hence I give you my results from two other online quizzes I took, in which I found myself questioning my results.
Like the questioner I am.
• THE SECOND QUIZ that I’d like to talk about is Test Your Emoji Exceptionalism. It is HERE.
My results tell me that I barely know squat about emojis.
I’ve no difficulty owning up to this assessment of my emoji knowledge. What I find myself questioning is why I should know more about emojis– and how many gazillion of them are there now?
I don’t hate on the things, silly as they are; I use about 10 of them and that seems plenty to me. But what I’m unclear about is why I need to educate myself about emojis when I can still use my words effectively to convey my message.
Just saying, no disrespect intended.
• THE THIRD QUIZ that I took was Which Era Is Your Soul From? It is HERE.
According to my results I belong in the Victorian Era. This is because I “believe in remaining optimistic in a world that is sometimes against you.”
I’m reluctant to accept this result, feeling that if there’s one era I most definitely do not belong in, it’s the Victorian Era.
If my results had said I belonged in the Flapper Age I’d be all *woot, woot* count me in, where’s the gin? Or if my results had suggested that I belonged in the 1940s when women kept this country going while the men went to war, I’d be all move over Rosie, time for me to get riveting.
My optimistic soul would fit into those eras, but the Victorian Era when women were corseted and stuck at home with the vapors only doing domestic things?
This past week has been a doozy. Not in especially good ways, either.
I’d planned on, well– planning, then doing, during the week. Using my free time to go shopping at the mall for some spring clothes. To go for a walk outside. To be less here in the blogosphere, even.
But the Universe laughed at me.
Scoffed in fact.
“Ally Bean you shall stay at home, connecting with bloggers* by leaving comments** hither and yon***, whilst you await your next house calamity,” said the Universe.
“And your house calamity will manifest as your husband leaveth the house to drive 4 hours north in a snowstorm to check-on his 80-something ailing parents, one of whom is in the hospital.”
The Universe can be difficult at times, you know?
“And further, Ms. Bean,” the Universe said, “you shall be forced to look at said house calamity whilst your husband dealeth with his parents’ woes, because there will be nothing you can do to repair a roof, and subsequent ceiling damage, until the snow endeth and spring cometh for real.”
Oh yes, the Universe can be a trickster.
So this is where I find myself today. Looking at water damage on the ceiling in the… [wait for it]… newly remodeled master bathroom.
Because, I guess, the Universe thinks that I need to stay home worrying, then waiting for various people to start traipsing around this house as they fix things.
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* To be clear I enjoy connecting with bloggers and have used this week to organize my feeds. All 70+ of them.
** I’ve also been systematic about leaving comments on all the blogs that I follow, because while “lurking” and “liking” are nice, as a blogger I believe that comments are wonderful.
*** If by chance I’ve left a comment on your blog, and you’re one of those bloggers who doesn’t like comments, then mea culpa. Also if my comment made little sense to you, please forgive me; my heart’s been in the right place this week but my mind’s been scattered.
Welp, this is embarrassing, but I don’t have anything in particular to write about this week. I post at least once a week, that’s the deal I made with myself when I started blogging.
I told myself that I’d show up here weekly because I know me, and I’m a slacker. I could easily disappear for weeks on end, but because I set a specific goal and promised myself that I’d be here, I. Be. Here.
That’s what I said.
So today instead of starting a conversation about something that has happened OR sharing a bit of research OR posting a random list of links, I made the following poll– which fulfills my self-imposed blogging goal as stated above.
[Also if you, my gentle readers, look closely at the poll you’ll see that one of the ideas pertains to what I’m saying I said above.]
The ideas in this poll come from a framed piece of art that I bought at T.J. Maxx. I’ve no official source for these 7 ideas, but I like them and have adopted them as my own sorta kinda rules of life.
•Later this morning I’ll make my way to our current voting precinct in its current polling place.
It’s in an old Greek Church now. The decor in this church is gold and overstated, think My Big Fat Greek Wedding, but the church members who welcome you to their church/polling place are as sweet as can be.
They stand in sharp contrast to the election board people who, it seems, would prefer to not be doing what they’re doing, as shown by the snarls on their faces.
Same grouches, every year.
•When we first moved here over 20 years ago we voted at the VFW Hall.
Situated back a long creepy lane, to get to this polling place you followed the signs for the “Sunday Turkey Shoot” that lead to a grass parking lot. Then you stood outside in the weather until the election board people allowed 2 voters at a time inside the building.
We’d moved here to this big city suburb from an upscale small town and were shocked that the polling place, reeking of cigarette smoke, still used paper ballots– and consistently ran short on pencils.
We learned to take a Benadryl before we went to vote and to take a pencil with us.
•Our next polling place was at a fancy golf course.
It was easy to get to this place that had a real parking lot, lighted even. At first it seemed ideal, however this is the polling place where Zen-Den, Esq., got mad and made a point.
He was not pleased about how the partisan people who lurk around the outside entrance into the polling place were positioning themselves; they were too close to the building, thus breaking the law.
Inside the building he told the election board people this was wrong–and they shrugged. So Z-D called the sheriff’s office and filed a complaint. The pushy lurker people got in trouble, and the election board people have never forgotten about it.
Or Zen-Den. Or his wife. Who they consider to be has much of a troublemaker as he was.
Guilt by association, you know?
•All of which brings me to today’s foray into the American voting process.
I’ve paid no attention to any of the people who are running for office this election cycle. In what will a first for me, an Independent voter, I’ll be voting a straight Democratic ticket.
If the GOP won’t do the right thing and depose our so-called president, a sexual predator, business fraud, Russian-backed, draft-dodging old man, then I’ll start the ball rolling by getting rid of the GOP.
Are you with me here, kids? If last year’s presidential election confirmed one thing for me, it’s that you can do everything right and still fail; BUT it’s important that you do that right thing anyhow.