My mind just traveled to many places as it can when writing. The challenge, bringing those thoughts together so they make sense, and not feel like you just did some 'shrooms.
Well, for some of you.....
It would seem I am quite frequently the lucky recipient, special reward of getting cornered by trap door spiders.... in the human variety. That would be a Ray-ism. Possibly someone at a party corners you, further and further into a space until there is no oxygen, breathing room to be had. Now those 'shrooms are looking pretty good. Unrelenting, clueless, they have breeched the boundary issue of human contact between two people.
That would be my first description of what drives me crazy, my second is the Energy Vampire. Case in point, sometimes when I am shopping, in the zone....writing stories in my head, or creating as I look around. When in the zone, yep here comes one, I feel it the breath round my neck. My limbs begin to stiffen, rod up my spine, interesting thoughts and language begin rattling around in my brain. Moving to another aisle swiftly, there is more enough room for the two of us Vampie. Round the bend, on to Round Two. No she didn't, as Vampie is nearly rubbing up against me. My next thought, enough of this get away from me. My peaceful place is completely gone, now I am pissed. Give it a rest sister, seriously.
Trap door spiders and energy vampires are very interesting creatures. The trap door usually bores me to no end, telling it like it is.... then goes on Prove Patrol Mission, you know what I am talking about.
"So tell me about yourself, what do you do, how much do you make, where do you live, how much do you weigh, how old are you???" ( Fill in the blanks-- of course I am taking it slightly to the extreme!) Meanwhile, my thought bubble is going to town, funny ways I want to answer, every way inappropriate, my hubby beyond grateful my grown up side usually kicks in.
This whole thought came about when I was at AAA paying car registration. The gal pal at the front tells me it is life insurance month, usually I am resistant, I will say yes.
Wouldn't you know it, I get the trapped door spider. Okay, chill out, maybe I can learn something from this. It does not start out well as this fellow loads me up with a heaping helping of guilt trip. About life insurance.... how much does my hubby have on me, a lot of sighing, inferences, crunching numbers furiously.
Cringing, yet at the same time wondering how quickly I can sprint to the front door without him noticing, he drones on and on. At this point I realize it would not matter if anyone was seated in front of him, as he delighted in the lilting sound of his own voice.Watching his face as he is speaking, now with more than slight amusement, this was becoming interesting. The fascinating mix of Bullwinkle and Mad Cow immediately came to to mind the more he spoke, sprinkling in a dash of charging Rhino for good measure. Wasn't such a bad day after all.
