DO NOT READ THIS POST. It is very badly written. It is so boring, I fell asleep writing it, and it makes no sense. It has absolutely no point, and was an exercise in futility. If you have already read this post, I am very sorry that you did. I was extremely tired, and when I reread it this morning, it didn't even make sense to me. I had a point, but I cannot remember what it was, so I'm guessing it wasn't very good to begin with. I probably should have just called it a day on the front end, but instead I persevered, and the end result was exactly what you would expect in such a situation. So now, without further ado, I have tried to fix it, which has succeeded in making very little out of nothing. All I can do is throw it out there to the winds, and hope for inspiration later today when I try again! :(
It's late on Friday night, and yet, I still have a post to create. I am falling further and further behind in my goal to produce a post a day. But I am finding that I have now gotten a lot of stuff off my mind, and it's harder to be topical without being insulting. The things I thought I wanted to write about when I started have lost their importance to me. In the very act of taking control of my story, I realized that I wanted a whole new one told instead.
So tonight, I am thinking about a lot of different little things, and I will mention a few. First, you know the sound when someone scratches their fingernails on a chalkboard? In years gone by, everyone knew what that sounded like, because every classroom had chalk boards. Now they all have "smart" boards instead, where teachers can write and then project it up on the wall for the students to read, or copy, or ignore, as the case may be.
These days, every classroom has a computer and a television, and every student in it has their own computer at home, many of them far nicer than what their teachers have in their own homes, I might add. Kids are getting computers at an increasingly younger age, which is not surprising, but I'm not sure it's a positive thing. What happened to the world of make-believe, where we had to make everything up?
Maybe that's where I went wrong on the whole marriage thing.... I always made up the husband character when I was playing house as a little girl, so when I finally had one for real, he was still more or less a figment of my imagination. Or a nightmare. I'll let you choose the viewpoint, depending on whether or not you know him personally.
Anyway, getting back to the whole young computer guru point, I was at MicroCenter today, giving them one last opportunity to redeem themselves in my eyes. Next to me at the help desk, where I was standing around waiting for service with my son's broken and very pathetic looking computer, was a little girl, about four, I would guess, with her dad. This little girl had gotten a computer of her own, and her dad was paying someone else to get it all set up for her.
Now, I am of the opinion that if you are not old enough to set up your own computer, then you are probably not old enough to have that computer in the first place. Maybe it's just me, but shouldn't she be out playing, instead of inside on the computer?
Getting back to the fingernails on a chalk board, though, there is a politician whose voice is worse than that, and I cannot stand to listen to her. I know she can't help her voice, it's just part of who she is, but to me, it's a perfect metaphor for her personality, as well. Sharp and a little grating, irritating to listen to, and mostly, you just want it to go away. I am not talking about Sarah Palin, nor am I talking about Hillary Clinton, both of whom have public speaking voices that some people find to be irritating beyond belief. I am talking about Eleanor Roosevelt, whose Eastern accent earned her the label of elitist all those years ago.
My point? Women in politics are not a new thing, although their highly visible role may be somewhat a novelty. But I prefer to focus on quality of thoughts, rather than the sound of a voice or whether or not they have cool hair or too many pant suits. A surprisingly similar method to how I evaluate men in policy making positions, not ironically. In the content of your public statements, you reveal the kind of person you are, and I am less interested in your looks than if you tell the truth, or you spend your time wiggling out of it on technicalities or forgotten moments. Maybe that little girl with the computer had the right idea, after all. Maybe girls really do need to start at four to be successful when they are 50.
Okay, really, I have no point. This post is empty and devoid of anything meaningful. It is my way of keeping my promise to myself, that I will write every day, no matter how tired I am, and no matter how few thoughts are rattling around in my brain. But until I have an actual thought in my head, I urge everyone to remember that elections are sort of like weddings. You plan and wait for it for months, and then it's all over in a moment. When it is, all you have left are the memories, and whatever feelings were generated through the whole process. The country is the family, waiting to see if we will be forced to continue taking sides, or if, somehow, we will be happy its over and move forward together as a family once again.
I don't think it's odd that this is the end of my discussion.
