No one reads this blog so I am going to make some confessions. Get your popcorn (all one of you), this is going to be pube curling. I haven’t had anything to paint so I went on a buying binge and got some great stuff to pour myself into. I was earmarking that money for some work shoes (I’m in sales) because my shoes look like what old bagladies leave in the bin. I needed to paint, to create, to have furniture for company in my garage where I paint, daydream and meditate (for lack of a better word). This week I have painted two dressers, a mirrored vanity, a big chair, twin nightstands, a round side table and a tall chest of drawers. (THAT’S A FREAKIN’ LOT!)
Most of this painting week I have been up late in the garage with my iced water, radio and thoughts. In my great creative bursts I also decided to add some funny banter to my facebook page. If you write (anything) you are a writer. People tell me I am funny and that enjoy my posts. Lots of sweet folks have told me that bad days are made better by my ridiculousness and humor. Hearing/reading that always makes me feel that part of my “being here” must be to lighten the loads of others in this way..without getting waaaay to sappy and Oprah-ish, I do feel that we all have jobs here on earth and they all result in the service of other people (NO MATTER WHAT YOUR OCCUPATION IS).
This week I made one of my usual stupid-ass posts and a lady ripped me a new one, and came back for seconds. Maybe she doesn’t know that my funnies aren’t always 100% real and that I take some creative/comedic license to bring the funny out. Isn’t that what comedians do? What writers do? I would never hurt someone online just to make a funny. The truth is, my post was an elaboration in jest of a similar situation. No one was harmed in the making of the funny….except me. How do people feel like they can take others to school and stand on a soapbox for a tale weaved for their entertainment? I was asked if I was 12 years old. Ouch! I should have replied with: “No, I am a very gifted 9 year old” or “Yes, I’m 12 years old and you have insulted a child” or “Really, you wanna take me to school, right here? Right now? Uh, we have never met and how can you be so angry?” or “Somebody needs a hug”.
This person’s spanking helped me turn out some really nice things that I am super-proud of. I thought of this lady who likes to spank while I painted and was grateful for the upset that she caused me which sent me outside. I enjoyed the heat, the mental break and the time to myself. Do you feel bad for me? Don’t, I treated myself with some chocolate, dog pats and fell in love again with songs on the radio that reminded me of vacations as a kid. Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay..watching the tides roll away..
There’s more. I have 8 (count them) pieces of painted furniture that all need a ride to the warehouse. I tried meditating them there… didn’t work. I think I am all done done painting for a while.