Confusion

The Awful Realizations have disorganized my mind by coming out from such a level deep down within that I'm not really sure what's stable.

I don't even know if the Realizations are true. Well, I know the second one is. But the first? My instincts are telling me it's true, but my mind's having a difficult time with it. I shouldn't be, says Rational Mind, but the whisper says, Of course you should be. You always have. Ever heard of 'sublimation'?, which in turn undermines a few other things that are cornerstones of my universe. Darkside? Eeep.

This makes all my supposedly rational thought since that day (talking over stickers, giggling, general silliness) suspect.

Upwelling: a bunch of cold water from the bottom of the ocean, nutrient-rich, coming up to the surface.

It feels really damn weird. I don't know how to trust myself very well. I'll re-learn soon, I hope.

Bring On the Censors (or, "Why One Noisy Lady Doesn't Like Harry Potter")

I used to work as a cashier for Sam's Club, and I met a lot of interesting people. One day, when Bette and I were working on the X Items Or Fewer lanes, some lady came by with the latest Harry Potter in hardback. I commented on what a good series that was, and how especially good that particular one in the series was. The lady flared up and said that they were HORRIBLE books, because they promoted alcohol!

I was a little taken aback, and interested, because most people objecting to them do so on the basis of the magic (though, interestingly, there is never Religion mentioned in the books; I'll grant that a fair number of the kids at Hogwarts must come of Druid or Wiccan or other backgrounds, but I'll bet that there are a good number of Christian students as well... they work on the practical aspects of magic there, not the religious.) and I made a comment about the British view of pubs being somewhat different from the American.

The lady brushed that off as a given. That wasn't a problem. The problem was that Norbert the dragon was given whiskey, and he grew, and that portrayed strong alcohol as a positive, nurturing influence, and that was the Completely Wrong Message to be sending to young, developing minds. And she was going to read through this latest book so she could give a full report on it to the administration of the school where it was on the list for kids to be picking a book to write book reports about, so she could tell them how horrible it was. And she fumed off, full of righteous wrath (but no whiskey).

Checking out the next customer (who was doing the headshake number), I reflected how yes, whiskey is used to nurture the growth of Norbert -- who is a Very Dangerous Dragon... if you're going to take it that far, take a look at what the alcohol is portrayed as being healthy for...

Morning

Woke up at six-something, before Votania's alarm clock in the other room. Tried to get back to sleep. No soap. Put away dishes, took out trash, cooked some of the meat I'd gotten yesterday (my inner carnivore had been complaining). Tried to share with Nephew, but he didn't like the way I'd prepared it, so the bit I'd tried him on went to the cat, and I ate aaallll the rest. Yum.

Took shower. Read comics.

Am contemplating either going back to bed, or mixing perfume.

Note:

Jealous-green does not look good on the Lunatic.

Vocabulary

Votania: "There's been a hooker on the corner by the phones."
Nephew: "A what?"
Votania: *wince*
Azz: "A courtesan."
Votania: //Nice save.//
Nephew: "A courtesan?"
Votania: "A naughty girl. He's gotta learn sometime."
Azz: "A girl who stays up way too late, and is out on the street when she ought to be home in bed."
Votania: "Good definition."
Azz: "Among other things."
Votania: "Uh-huh."

Hugs for Everybody

It's so hard for us extroverts to deal with unhappy introverts. We want to dispense hugs and cuddle up close and tell them how very much we care, and all they want is a nice cave to crawl into until things start to look better, if they ever do.

In other news, I am within two inches of bustline of wearing the Seska Dress again.