Yeah. Even if you were buying multiple huge things of TP at Costco, I'd probably just vaguely wonder if you were supplying a group or something (like, buying as part of your job, for the office/church/daycare/whatever).

All my issues about other people judging me, about being uncomfortable in public sort of mostly went away when I incorporated the idea and made it mine, that most people are so self-absorbed they really don't notice anybody else screwing up.

I mean, think about it. You're in the food court at the mall. Do you seriously look at every person there, grade what they're wearing, evaluate their body and makeup, and pass judgement on what they're eating? If there are three dozen people, you might notice one awful sweater, one atrocious dye job, a hideous phone voice, and someone's less-than wise lunch choices. That's four people, with one foible each, out of three dozen. How many of them have judged you on those points?

And really, do you care? They're strangers, and they're all probablly either boring or weird, so why should it matter what they think? Read your book, sip your latte, and give yourself a break. You're fine, really. And if somebody takes issue with your clothing choices, scroom.

Same goes for your grocery cart. Though I do confess I have on occasion bought things in strange and random combinations just to elicit a reaction from a checker or other customers. Cause that's the kind of girl I am.

And really, do you care? They're strangers, and they're all probablly either boring or weird, so why should it matter what they think?

This, this, THIS! One of the core truths my Dad raised me with, which I thank him for, somewhere in the back of my mind, every day.

You're in the food court at the mall. Do you seriously look at every person there, grade what they're wearing, evaluate their body and makeup, and pass judgement on what they're eating?

When I was a teenager, I knew some girls for whom this would be their Saturday afternoon. They'd go in a pack to a mall food court and sit there pointing out all people they considered losers and telling each other why those people sucked so much. Hair, makeup, food, clothes--it was all fair game.

My life improved dramatically when I was no longer a teenage girl myself and realized just how much their opinions didn't matter.

bonny, I bookmark A LOT of your posts. There's often something that speaks directly into my life. So thank you for sharing your wisdom and your self with us.

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.

I think "oh, they must have a lot of storage. I want more storage"

Ha! My exact thought.

Today might be amusing. Emeline is hedging her bets that I won't take her to school in her pajamas since she refuses to get dressed. Sweetheart, never bet against a mommy who is years more stubborn than you are.

I have a friend who says that he won't buy toilet paper in bulk (like Costco) because he says that when people see the large amount of toilet paper, they think about how much you poop. I think he's ridiculous.

What it reminds me of is being 14 and buying tampons for the first time (or slightly older and buying condoms). But really, you should be over that shit by the time you leave high school.

Emeline is hedging her bets that I won't take her to school in her pajamas since she refuses to get dressed. Sweetheart, never bet against a mommy who is years more stubborn than you are.

Oh, Emeline. You will learn.

So, apparently when my boss said two days ago "here's the bibliography you need to scan and upload to the class' site" he meant "here's the list of topics of the classes I'll teach in this seminar. Now go and find bibliography on them, and start the seminar's site from zero".

The semester starts on Sunday. I'm really, really, really no expert on this seminar. It wouldn't be an issue if I'd know about this, say, a week ago, so I'll have the time to prepare.

Oh, and did I mention I meant to write papers until then?

Send ice-cream.

You know what improves a Monday morning commute? AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds" on the radio, and cranking it up, and head banging along to it and making the suit in the next car look at you uneasily. Hey, just because I drive a black car with a skull on top of the antenna is no reason to be antsy, dude!