You're in a public area waiting on line at a bank, riding the subway or hell sitting at a doctor's office looking to be seen, when a bright light from a neighboring cell phone grabs your attention. Your eyes wander to the kaleidoscope of images and why not? The light is sooooo inviting. A flip book of images ranging from cute to inappropriate photos scroll across the screen. As you take a peak, a striped orange candy is matched and the row bursts into confetti. Poetry of anger and joy fill thought bubbles on the screen. You lock your eyes with the carrier who shares an expression of "What are you looking at". Your phone! I'm looking at your phone! Don't act all shy now. I already saw every family, weekend night out, xxx-rated photos on your phone. How did you miss the power up to swap with the striped purple candy? You could've won, what were you saving it for? If you didn't want me and every Patron that sits next to or hovers over you to see the contents of your phone, change the brightness on the screen or try some restraint. I mean, how important is it that you verbally assault the person on the other line after aggressively typing hate you texts? So no, I'm not sorry for being nosy, 'cause obviously, you wanted an audience or a witness to your action. So suck it!
Like everyone, I have had thoughts on where I see myself and what I wanted for myself in the long term. These thoughts have not gone through fruition, but if it were I wonder if I would be happy. Probably not, but it makes me wonder what will make me happy?
In the spirit of Halloween, I thought I would present my favorite Horror Films. When I was younger, I remember going to my Uncle's house and meeting my cousins. While the adults were chatting it up in the living room, us children were in the bedroom watching either watching Tales from the Crypt or countless, disturbing horror movies. Below I present (in no particular order) my list of favorite Halloween movies.
Everyone knows that death is inevitable, but you don't dwell much on it (or maybe you do). The concept of death is as complicated as the concept of living, in that you are accustomed to seeing and talking to someone every day or week, but it doesn't cross your mind that this could be the last time. Recently my family and I have gone through a personal loss and even though it's been a week or so since my Great Grandmother has died, its hitting everyone one differently at different times. So this isn't going to be about how short life is or how you should live for the moment or sharing family memories. No, this is me sharing my ramblings/reflections on death. So...
There was a time when people lived in the moment. You went on family trips or hung out with friends and just experienced the world around you. The memories were in the stories of the people you were with. Now the memories are on our cell phones and online for everyone to see. We are so engaged in how everyone else's life is online, that we don't cherish the ones that are happening in front of us.
You disappoint me. As I open your wondrous doors to explore what you have for me, there's nothing. Nada. Zlitch. I even close your doors thinking, if I open them again, you'll surprise me with treats I might have missed. But no. Instead, I stare at your baron shelves with nothing but two Yoplait yogurts, a large bottle of fruit juice, one lonely egg and a salad mix that I probably should have thrown away a week ago. I guess it's your way of telling me its time to go shopping. Maybe your sister, the food pantry will have something for me.
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Nope. The bitch got nothing. Damn it!
Just an introvert sharing her thoughts and interest with the world