The Weezie Going Blog

I don’t like to-do lists. I don’t like seeing things I have to do in list form. I find it stressful and I think it looks aggressive. The list is basically yelling at you to do specific things with your free time, it’s like a nagging parent. I’d much rather do things by my own accord and be proud of myself for spontaneously doing it. For me, there is no thrill or rush gotten from crossing something off a list. I like the surprise of doing something right. 

The other day I was at a bar with my roommate and I saw an old man walking in my direction. I stared at him for a second and thought, “Wow, old people are real buzz kills.” Then I felt bad about it, so I smiled at him. This turned out to be a bad choice, because once he shuffled over to me, he patted me on the head and said, “what are you looking at?” He seemed angry. Turns out my first thought was correct

Whenever people think of the future I feel like they imagine their mind connected to a computer. But what if we’re going about it all wrong. What if it’s our butts that have all the power? 

I’m thinking about becoming a scientist. 

There are still some cleaning supplies I haven’t bought for my room, but I don’t see the point. A table in my room tends to get dusty, but why would I get a duster or some cleaning spray when I can just blow the dust away using my own breath? This gets rid of it, for a little while at least, and it makes me feel powerful and useful. I have a purpose now and that purpose is to get rid of dust in my room. Sure, the dust comes back but that just gives me another opportunity to feel like a machine. I play inspirational music when I do it too, so that way everyone, meaning my cat and the musicians are cheering me on. I’m my very own duster and I’m proud.

I’m also broke and not buying a duster is saving me some money. So self-encouragement helps.

You go through life thinking you’re immune to the power of advertisements. But then you find yourself with platform sneakers, oxblood colored pants, and a closet full of peter pan collar tops that you never wear. Instead they just stare at you, mock you, and remind you of how weak you are. Shopping is fun.

I’ve never been more aware of the fact that I was single than this past weekend. After being stuck inside during the snowstorm on Friday, the next day I was ready to get out. So I opted to walk around by myself as I do most Saturdays. But the snow created a lot of large, deep puddles. At first I didn’t mind stepping in them, but then my feet started to get wet. Then, worst of all, I kept getting behind couples. The boy would help the girl through the puddle and I would be left alone to fend for myself. The puddles were too big and I kept stepping directly into them. I began to hate the couples around me, even more than usual, which is saying a lot. After that I started to reflect on my previous night stuck inside, alone. I had a dance party, alone. Then I hung out with my roommate’s cat and watched three episodes of “Louie.” I realized I have it pretty good. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. Sure these couples have each other to get through puddles, but I have freedom.

I went to a club the other night and it cost $30 to get in. I would never in a million years spend that kind of money on a club, but my friend wanted to go so I went to be supportive. Honestly, I think it was the grossest place I have ever been to in my life. Mainly because it smelled like people had just been farting for hours. It’s like because it was loud and dark they just felt free to express themselves in farts. The most annoying part is people act like they’re so cool and chic, paying lots of money to go dance, but meanwhile they’re just farting up a storm. And that is why I will never go to a club again.

Sometimes when I’m really cold and walking to work, I’ll see a dog walking with its’ owner and I’ll think, “Wow, I’d love to be that dog.” But, today I realized that’s actually a really sad way to think.