After a bit of an abbreviated story time this evening, I sit here (too late as usual, when am I going to stop caring that we're night owls?) silently dredging up the courage to complete the BIG PROJECT (on my end at least) and have decided to let a few small demons out to make room for the vacuum of productivity.
She was one of those women that seem have reached the end of their reincarnate journey. A fully evolutionized, free-of-neuroses goddess. I wagered that she had never envisioned (quite clearly) tossing infants out of windows after hours of crying or woken up next to many strangers covered in cigarette ash and vomit. She probably never spent a night in jail and never rolled her eyes at those she didn't find the least interesting or humorous (or both). She probably felt just fine when she didn't get her way (which wasn't often, things often go ones way when you've reached the end of your reincarnate journey) and never, ever ate anything with high fructose corn syrup. She had fully finished her education and was putting it to good use. She never let sorrow and pain fill her with a twisted pleasure that resembled a religion, and she never thought she was the least bit better than anyone else for liking Iggy and the Stooges over Beyonce. She probably never, never used too many q-tips in one day and ended up with the tip of one stuck in her ear, missing the first day of a very new and important job to have it removed at an Urgent Care Clinic.
I've met one other person almost just like her before. Cloyingly sweet and cute, so pretty you can't hate her or you'd have to spend time away from her presence, which would be unacceptable. I made up a nasty anecdote that this person didn't have any of the nastier bodily functions. No pee, no puke, no poop, no snot, no period, etc. She simply coughed up a tiny box, wrapped in gold leaf and her mother (we were teenagers together) put the tiny gold box into a beautiful shadow box, filled with thousands of other tiny gold boxes (she expelled one once a day, at 7:00 p.m., I said). It had become over the years a delicate but impressive art installation piece. Everyone loathed and adored her simultaneously. And everyone loved this catty anecdote and it's made its way literally all over the world, travelling farther as she encounters more and more people in her busy, productive life. Everyone throws their heads back and crows at that little chestnut, proclaiming, "It's perfect! I can't see her even sneezing!" I feel bad that I don't even feel bad about this loathsome venom that I'm still inclined to expel.
Of course I don't loathe people who are well-adjusted, calm, talented, and kind. They just remind me that sometimes I am none of those things. I am kind but honestly usually have ulterior motives. I am quite bright and am highly self-educated and well-read but I have never finished any sort of higher learning past high school - I view these princesses of poise and kindness in the vision that they NEVER have to use a thesaurus, or claw their brain to remember the true meaning of multi-syllabic words. They didn't fry their brain a skillet full of wine and pot like I did.
And with the "never throwing babies" thing - of course I don't throw babies out of windows...I am a loving mother but I get totally annoyed with Xander all the time, and instead of looking at it in a calm, general, psychoanalitic way I beat myself up about it. Instead of viewing it as the biological commonality it is (watch a mama bear for about five minutes and you'll see her shoulders droop and hear exasperated bear-sighs).
Another horrifying truth about me: I think everyone should love me, or worse be IN love with me and am pissed off when no obssession with me is reciprocated. Even if I am not in the least attracted to you, you MUST think I am the best thing since sliced bread or I will tremble and crumble like an aspen. I've met many like me, most of us I think are like me. When we see these alien creatures who are not, we either want to be near them to learn from them or to bask in their sweet calming positivity (those of us who want to learn from them might be further on their reincarnate journey, too) or we want to hiss and spit their way - they're not like us, they'll encroach on our muddy territory.
no ulterior motives
not the least like me