the above phrases do not hold magic powers. when you say them nothing physical happens to you or the person you say them to. time does not stop, rewind or fast forward. things do not un-happen. people do not become beautiful or less appealing. tears do not evaporate. the world does not shake. money does not appear from thin air. people do not come back from the dead. memories are not erased.
these phrases are just words. letters and nouns collectively combined to make the sounds consistent with American English. Air is press out between your lips and your throat vibrates. that little punching bag in the back of your mouth wiggles. you might spit a little. you might say these words with conviction, or bass, or determination or fear. you might feel god swimming through you as you say these phrases. you might even believe them to be, but they are not and never will be magical.
It honestly feels like yesterday was Monday. Here I am with my feet teetering at the edge of another weekend.
My stomach is tied in knots. Because once again, in life, I have chosen to take a chance on someone. I feel like I'm sitting through a shaky plane ride or clinging to the corner of a stalled elevator. I am helplessly dependant on the other shoe, which is sure to drop at any moment.
I was chatting with my big sister tonight and as usual our two hour conversation which started out profound, ended in silliness, uncontrollable giggling and extreme immaturity. We covered everything from the DEEP and WONDROUS concepts of spirituality and the existence of God to what to say when people sneeze... Love my sis.
So basically this is what should come to pass...
There is all this buzz in the world, mainly America, about how huge everyone is. The kids are ballooning up worse than Violet in the Willy Wonka movie, and everyone blames McDonald's for their slow but steady demise. Well, with all that is being invented everyday....with the millions of hoards of people who sit around and think of new UNNECESSARY but addictive applications to download onto your Blackberry or iPhone...there should at least be a final and absolute solution to the problem of obesity. But there isn't.
Obesity is the leading killer of Americans. This tiny little concept of feeding yourself has become deadly, all because most people ignore that voice inside their heads that's screaming, "Put down the fork!" Screaming with vigor and desperation....
If only that voice were not so subtle...if only that voice instead were a harsh physical push...like falling from grace after sipping on too many cocktails, as everything listlessly fades to black.
My sister and I discussed the concept of a harsher consequence to over eating. Like if you were out to eat with your friends; people you have no shame in front of and can eat to your fill instead of delicately pushing your food around while trying to keep your lip gloss in tact. Say you ordered baked ziti and a big slice of tirimisu. However instead of that casual thought that creeps into your mind between sips of wine and table banter that tells you to push the plate away...you slowly start to loose consciousness. Things get blurry, hot and you suddenly feel like your swaying from side to side. So you ask, "Am I swaying from side to side?" and your friends look at you with squinted eyes...
"No.." they say. Still, everything goes blurry.
I mean why should this "feeling" of fullness be a feeling...why not have an immediate consequence like suddenly passing out and waking up days later..with your family standing over you, hands clasped, biting their lips as you finally blink your eyes and come to.
"You've been out for three days...you should have put down the baked ziti..." they say.
I imagine that if this were the consequence to over eating instead of just a painfully full stomach or a case of the "Itis"...people would be less inclined to Super Size their fries or order 2000 calorie meals. People would think twice about what they eat, the same way most people think twice about what they drink on a Wednesday night...."I should stop now, I have work in the morning..."
Everything is simplified these days....I can easily transfer funds, update my Twitter status, email my mother and call in sick to work all with a few clicks of my phone...but when it comes to people watching what they eat..oh that's a big guessing game. A huge struggle.
This randomness has been brought to you by the large glass of Cranberry vodka I've been sipping (I have work in the morning...) and the silliness introduced by a very long phone call with my big sis.
My mother gave me my first diary when I was 6 years old, and I haven't been able to stop writing about myself since.
25 years old, and my favorite thing to do is learn. I'm finishing my degree in education in hopes to pass that trait on. I'm working on my first book, and on my way back to Brooklyn, NY to focus on my own creations.
Other forums with my contributions:
www.burnoutny.com
www.blambloozers.wordpress.com
www.blogcatalog.com
And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.- Alice Walker
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