Thank you for your comments regarding my "Duggar Family Dislike.". One of those comments came in the form of a text message from a friend, who had this to say:
Her: "Someone left a magazine with the Duggar Family on the cover in the waiting room of my fertility clinic. "
Me: "ha! That is awful. They are horrible."
Her: "I wrote the word "assholes" across the cover and left it there to make the next person laugh."
Another person mentioned a dart gun filled with Depo Provera, which of course shocked and appalled me because I am all about a woman's right to choose (just kidding, I was not appalled, the Duggars are choosing wrong).
Today, however, I would like to discuss my love and gleefulness at the fact that it is now winter, and it gets dark at 5pm. Call me vampire, call me mole person, call me whatever you want, because I feel 1000% better now that it's not so frigging sunny all the time.
Honestly, I find heat and summer sunshine so difficult and so hard on my mood, I have to hold my tongue all summer long when people are sooooo excited about the weather, and now public opinion has swayed to complaining about it being dark too early, when this fact alone makes me jump up and down with irrational enthusiasm.
In case you're wondering or didn't see this mentioned before, I actually have enough diagnostic criteria to qualify as having seasonal affective disorder (which is usually reserved for people who don't get ENOUGH sunlight), but it's in the opposite direction, so once winter rolls around, I find it exponentially easier to get happy.
If you're going to say "what a weirdo," whatever, get in line behind everyone else who thinks that about me, and you can discuss all the many reasons why I am not like normal people. I can then gather you all together and say again, i am not like other people, and when I have tried to make myself more normal, my weirdness bubbles over like a teapot and I am forced to go somewhere by myself where I can Muppet in peace.
Also, in closing, I wrote this post on my iPhone while sitting in Rockefeller Center waiting for a meeting to start, and while I was sitting there, minding my own business, a man came and sat down next to me, ate an entire egg salad sandwich, and then started to fart.
Who. Does. That.
By the way, today's writing prompt was "what do you have a passion for?". I think it's pretty clear that I have a passion for ignoring rules and doing things my own way, and this quality has both helped and hindered me over the years. Oh, also– I like creating new things and seeing how they work (with business and tech stuff rather than building actual things like buildings). I do have a real-live "book of ideas" that come to me all day long. My biggest challenge with this is actually making the time to see something all the way through, testing it, and making it better, like with books and websites and books about websites. This is an iterative process, and I like that a lot.
Also, I suppose that I like to take pictures of weird and oddly-labeled food.
