Just words....

Blogging is therapeutic.  

I haven't blogged in awhile, and I'm feeling it.  

I need therapy.  

So, a couple of things have hit me lately.  

Like;

Why do we have certain foods that we eat for breakfast, lunch, or dinner?  

Who invented that?

Sometimes I want a cheeseburger for breakfast, or pizza.

Or I'd like a bowl of oatmeal for dinner.

Here's another one;

Why do my shoes need to match my outfit??  Does it matter?  And to whom?  

Am I a bad person if I don't match my purse to my clothes?

 Why, in the name of all that makes sense, does ANYTHING need to match or co-ordinate??

Who made these inane rules?

Next ponderous question:

Why do we, as a society, worship youth?  

Holy cow, I cannot for the life of me figure that one out.  Come on, we ALL know that youth is when we make lots of silly or big mistakes.  Youth is when you can be forgiven for being stupid.  We haven't figured things out yet, let alone who we are.  If your life is lived well, learning from your youthful blunders, advanced age means you've gained maturity and wisdom.  You have perspective, patience, and understanding. 

 

I say, "Let's hear it for the oldies but goodies!! 

(cuz that's where I'm headed!)

 Last universal puzzle:

Why do women need to pluck their eyebrows??

I tried to calculate all the minutes and hours I've spent since the age of 15, doing this (often) painful ritual.

It was staggering the time I've thrown away trying to make my eyebrows look less neanderthal.

It is time I will never get back, although the eyebrows are back in full fluffy force! 

Again - WHO decided what an eyebrow should look like?

They say we have come "so far" in our advanced "age of technology".  

I say, "Is that always a good thing?"  or

"Have we really?"

Hmmm...maybe not?

p.s. I miss my big kids who are so far away.