So the day started off with me running late; rushing to make it to work on time (I need an alarm clock with an extendable hammer to make me up)! And for no apparent reason, as I sped frantically down the interstate, I happened to look over at the driver next to me and this guy is belting--I mean BELTING--out an unidentifiable song. He had his head back, eyes half-closed, fist in the air, and with a mighty passion he was screaming the lyrics to a song I couldn't even begin to guess at. While I can't condone this frantic, wild display of one's vocal ability while driving, I couldn't help but laugh. Then I looked up at the vehicles in front of me and saw nothing but brake lights..."Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed, like a small girl trapped in a closet of clowns. Thankfully, I was able to slow down in a safe and orderly manner, but nonetheless, I had to retrieve my heart from the floor boards of my car, where it had fell in an attempt to save itself.
Throughout the day at work, I had to recover from several bouts of laughter that led to numerous mini asthma attacks. And just as I thought I'd make it out of work without yelping like a terrified elephant noticing a mouse in its path, a giant--no, that doesn't pack the level of terror I need to convey--a GARGANTUAN spider dropped from the heavens onto my nose as I meandered down the hallway. You think cats can jump when they get spooked? Dear Barbara! I clung to the ceiling like Spider-Man for a full fifteen minutes while I, yet again, watched my poor little heart escape and plummet to its demise on the linoleum floor below. Thinking surely that would be all anyone could possibly handle in one day, my heart's 563 bpm slowed to a normal 60 bpm and I cautiously pulled my claw-like fingernails out of the ceiling tiles and ventured home to do some much needed present wrapping.
Arriving home, I had almost forgotten the bipolar mix of events of the day as I was greeted by my roommate's two energetic pups. Knowing that I'm running out of time to get all these mah'velous gifts wrapped, I feverishly slung tissue paper, wrapping paper, scissors, gift bags, tape, and recently purchased merchandise into the air repeatedly until each piece landed beautifully in place as perfectly displayed presents (...too much? Yeah, maybe I embellished that a bit...maybe). Deciding to take a break to cure my latest episode of carb-craving, I went into the living room and was immediately distracted by the playful antics of the pups. I was sitting on the couch texting and apparently not paying enough attention to the pups because all of a sudden I realized I was not alone on the couch. I slowly looked up as I felt something on my right shoulder and that's when I saw the littlest pup out of the corner of my eye. I don't know why, but I gasped loudly which made li'l pup screech in terror and fly--yes, literally, fly--about four feet straight up and backwards, then she turned in mid-air and took off across the invisible ramp down the hall. After I realized what happened and shared a painful look of embarrassment with li'l pup, I was stricken by another laughing fit. Three mildly serous asthma attacks later, I still can't help but laugh.
As you can see, there's nothing "simple" in my life, I operate daily by a measure of extremes...livin' on the edge, you know? But that got me thinking about how wacky my brain's wired. Then I remembered a picture I had taken earlier today of my desk and using that picture as a metaphor for life--my life, anyway--all I could think to describe it, is "wacky."
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