Should I Buy this Coffee Table?

Should I Buy this Coffee Table?

I’ve lit a couple of candles and turned on my Sylvan Esso Pandora station. I’m adjusting to living alone.

This adjustment comes after a hell of year. The death of my father, working my way halfway through a masters degree and a friendly divorce leave me in a new home, trying to make things as cozy and comfortable as possible.

I’ve decorated my kitchen with all of my Wonder Woman and comic book artwork and my bedroom is pretty and feminine… but my living room leaves something to be desired.

It feels cold.

I’m thinking that all I need to make it complete is a rug and a coffee table. A rug to make things feel warm and welcoming and a table to break up the space.

I’ve been half-heartedly shopping at thrift stores and flea markets, but nothing has begged me to take it home.  I’m taking my time finding a coffee table. I don’t want to rush into buying a table that I don’t really like, just so that I will have somewhere to prop up my feet.

I’ve seen plenty of good looking tables online, but they either don’t fit my personality or my budget. I mean, I can make do without one for a while, right?

My friends say that when I stop looking for a coffee table, the right one will come along.

I know what they mean. Just when you have a houseful of furniture, you find that perfect thing that whispers your name and you have nowhere in your life to put it.

So for now, I’m keeping my options – and my living room – open. I’m wiggling around and getting comfortable with the idea of there being more space in my life.

Besides, I totally have a side table to sit my drink on.

The Straw that Stirs the Drink

The Straw that Stirs the Drink

Do you ever do something that you know is going to piss you off just so that you can get all riled up?

Sometimes I find myself listening to conservative talk radio, alone in the car, just to pull myself out of  a rut.  I get all psyched up and start yelling at the radio on the way home and the funny thing is, I always, always feel better when all is said and done.

I turn off the radio, take the key out of the car and walk up to my front porch with a smile and a determined look.

It’s a release.  A release that happens because I am an even tempered person 99% of the time.  I let comments at work slide because I know that stupidity is very difficult to fight.  I don’t point out my agnosticism when everyone around me is talking about how the Lord healed their child’s sniffle.

I nod and smile.

I try to keep the peace.

Sometimes this works…other times it backfires and I end up yelling in my boss’s face that her mother needs to get the hell out of the office because she is PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!

This type of situation usually concludes with me being placed on some sort of prayer list.

Bless my heart.

So I have a theory.  Maybe if I stop trying to be so even tempered all the time and stop worrying about being perceived as a hedonistic bitch, I would be a little more mentally healthy. If I let go and let a comment slide out of my mouth now and again, I won’t have to torture myself into a rage by listening to Christian radio on the way home from work.

What can I say, it’s a sickness.  Some people cut themselves, I listen to Rush.

It’s easy to lose faith in humanity when everyone around you seems to be completely absurd and out of touch with reality.  I think it’s time to let the majority know that we are here. We’re here, some of us are queer, some of us are atheists, some of us are humanists, some of us drink and do unspeakable sexual acts, some of us curse, some of us don’t believe that just because we are human makes us evil, and yes, some of us even vote!  As the pagans say, it’s time to come out of the broom closet.

The ladies and gentlemen around here seem to have an ongoing  love affair with  the game “bash the liberals”.  Little do they know that these very liberal heathens are their neighbors, doctors, teachers, day care workers, chefs, and the people, in general, who keep things running smoothly.

I think it’s time to stop nodding and smiling.

Here’s my challenge to all of you this week.  Do something unexpected.  Hide your co-worker’s stapler. Let that snarky comment come flying out of your mouth and then smile and walk away.  Say something that you know will make someone uncomfortable.  Make a Hitler stick puppet out of the photo of Dr. Broussard on the back of the phone book and start a war reinactment. Do SOMETHING, ANYTHING so that you know that you are not getting caught up in the day to day PC bullshit and that you have not forgotten how to live and laugh and emote and be human.  Just once, be the straw that stirs the drink.

disclaimer: the writer of this blog is not a nazi