I could go on in a depressed, fatigued tirade at how god awful (if not comically amusing in how terrible) it was today. I could... but I'm not. I'm going to dedicate this Journal entry to a little something that I think we should all partake on from time to time: INDULGENCE.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "Indulgence? What the heck do you mean by that?"
What I mean is, from time to time we need to treat ourselves, patting ourselves on the shoulder and personally congratulating ourselves for thriving and getting this far in life. We all do our mundane duties form time to time, living day to day going about the same old routine. That, in truth, can wear one's nerves a bit then, especially in this day in age when stress as at it's climax.
So why this sudden dedication to indulgence? It actually came to my mind the other day, when I was stocking at my job. I was busy putting away some food- I forget exactly what it was- but I saw a nervous, if not ecstatic, woman who was peering eagerly through what we offered in our line of makeup. Her fingers easily combed through the various hanging tubes of lipstick and clasped containers of power. Her eyes danced with excitement, and unbridled energy that even I couldn't muster on a daily basis.
She looked at me, and pleasantly smiled. I gathered, by loosely judging, that she was in either her middle twenties, or early thirties. She inquired as to where the "trial size" hairspray was, because that would be perfect for her trip. Of course, ever the curious one, besides just enjoying conversations with random passerby, I brought up the subject of her vacation, asking what she was doing.
That's when I, myself, saw that rare ray of sacred golden life that used to shine down on everyone, blessing them with the joy they needed to survive.
She excitedly chirped that she rented out a room in hotel in Cleveland for two nights during the weekend. Happily she informed me that, for the first time in her life, she was going to buy some makeup and wear it. Bubble baths, a little junk food, and personal favorite when it came to "chick flicks", she was about to embark on a quest of enjoying herself, something we should very well do most of the time.
Something in her upbeat, giddy attitude sparked a flame in me. This little ember grew, and the feeling strengthened. It was the idea that everyone should be like this young woman, treating themselves from time to time on a job well done at living a life in this crazy world of ours.
Now, if you're like me, then you don't want to spend your money a lot. So, what's a person to do? If you're wanting to partake in a little evening of indulgence, how can you safely do this on a budget?
Well, simple enough! It doesn't have to be much! A favorite book with a fizzy soda, or a whole evening spent to playing videogames. Craving some candy? Go out and buy yourself a fifty cent candy bar and break off the pieces, one by one, and let them melt in your mouth, savoring the explosion of flavor. Or, perhaps you're more of the movie fanatic rather than a candy nut! Pop in your favorite movie, or the best movie you own with your most respected, favorite actor/actress, and get a bowl-- no, rather, a bucket of popcorn. Don't skimp on the butter! Lather it on. Who cares about calories? This is you treating yourself to something good, something worthwhile!
Put down those text book and work schedules. Finish your chores quickly and put away your worries and stress! Squirrel away to a quite place and relax! Pamper yourself. We all need a break. The more we run about, spazzing like chickens with our heads severed, we're going to end up crashing and burning. There's no possible way we can do everything we DO without needing a little personal time of us.
There can't be any harm in respecting ourselves enough to have a little fun. The less fun we have, the more humdrum we become. There's no point in doing anything if you can't stop and laugh a little!
Hey, what are you doing reading this Journal entry?! Go on! Pop some of that popcorn! Gulp down some of that glorious carbonated sugar water from that soda can! Sit back in a chair, and put something good on television. There's so much time we need to spend relaxing!!
Whew...! Who knew indulgence was such hard work? Well, I'm off to eating a little bowl of lime sherbet just before I finish painting my sculpture. After all, I'm almost done with him- why not celebrate? No reason not to! wink
heart Peace out, ya'll! heart
P.S, as an added bonus:
And, well, I must say.... Jen (another wandering artist) came over to my house yesterday to drop of the Death Note DVD volumes I had lent to her, and some Gothic clothing she borrowed for a school project (which I thought was the coolest thing to do). Anyway, I was writing up a future chapter for my book, one that featured our (hers and my) favorite character and the main villain of the story who goes by a codename of sorts. It was interesting what happened- my serious personality with writing spliced with the slap-happy giddiness I get around my friends and, well, take a look what happened. You can clearly see where I started to drop off. I suppose you should never write around friends, eh? xd
“I hope you liked my gift,” Poison's voice snapped, a sneer residing just beyond his dancing words. “That's just a taste of all that's to come for your digression for what you did to me and my family!”
“Poison, please,” Rick gasped out. “We didn't want that to happen to your brother! Believe in me when I say that! We never meant to hurt anyone, or anything! Mark, alone, felt that he should burden the blame, but I knew that what had happened was fate, and-”
“SHUT UP!”
Rick heard the strangled cry, but before he could respond back, he found himself diving towards the ground as two other bullets whizzed over his head.
And lo, Rick said, “WTF HAX!”
Posion looks at him, grinning. “Y hai dere. All ur base r belong to us.”
“Srsly?! O rly?”
“Yah, rly”
“NO WAI!”
“WAI, BIATCH.”
“OH NOEZ. IS GONNA GET MAH a** PWNED.”
BLAM! goes the 9 mm glock. Le woot.
“I ISH DEAD! OH GOD, LOL. biggrin “
Posion cackles like a maniac, dancing around like a sissy.
THE END. TOTAL WTF, FTW, KTHXBAI.
“Poison, please,” Rick gasped out. “We didn't want that to happen to your brother! Believe in me when I say that! We never meant to hurt anyone, or anything! Mark, alone, felt that he should burden the blame, but I knew that what had happened was fate, and-”
“SHUT UP!”
Rick heard the strangled cry, but before he could respond back, he found himself diving towards the ground as two other bullets whizzed over his head.
And lo, Rick said, “WTF HAX!”
Posion looks at him, grinning. “Y hai dere. All ur base r belong to us.”
“Srsly?! O rly?”
“Yah, rly”
“NO WAI!”
“WAI, BIATCH.”
“OH NOEZ. IS GONNA GET MAH a** PWNED.”
BLAM! goes the 9 mm glock. Le woot.
“I ISH DEAD! OH GOD, LOL. biggrin “
Posion cackles like a maniac, dancing around like a sissy.
THE END. TOTAL WTF, FTW, KTHXBAI.
NOTICE: Names and codenames have been changed in another attempt to keep what I own.
Now, guys, part of that was indeed from my chapter of my book- proof that I am writing something. The other part? Well, you can tell a BIG difference, can't you? Yeah. Safe to say, Jen found it amusing, and I totally loved it (the monstrous creation I had spewed up in words)! I know some of you are curious, even wanting to read some of the chapters I wrote... a lot of you have suggested I post them as Journal entry versions for ya'll to read. Thing is, I don't want this sort of stuff stolen, and used by someone else. I've worked almost three years on this novel, I don't want to loose it!
If you're truly curious about my book, and you want to read a snippet or two, please, PM me and let me know. I will warn you, though, this novel isn't for the faint hearted, and it isn't for younger audiences. If you can't take extreme gore, violence, and even some profanity, I'd avoid this book. It's a sci-fi/action/horror sort of thriller, coming from, yes, the mind of a female; odd, huh?
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