Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Spock Vs. Annie Wilkes

If you've ever heard me talk about my Clone, you know that we think alike. As I was preparing this blog, she posted this one here.  Great minds...

Sometimes it sucks to be a girl. I'm not just talking about "those" times - the ones where everyone ducks and covers, offering up chocolate and heating pads for appeasement.

I'm talking about every day, emotional girl issues. The crazy Annie Wilkes that lives in all of us...waiting to tie up our favorite author and break his ankles until he writes a better ending.
Oh, uh...too far?


I'd like to think of myself as a rational person. Usually, I am. I think through things logically. When life throws a curve ball, I try not to react, but to consider the situation and respond with a cool head. Spock (and for that matter, Data) is my hero.
Calm, rational, doesn't let emotions stop him from getting the job done.




I am not Spock.
For this reason, I must apologize to everyone who spent any time with me from 12:01am - 12:30am on July 4th-5th, 2014. 

It wasn't PMS that made me crazy during this time period, but just emotional girly-ness. It lacks all logic, makes no sense, and frankly is a pain in the...well, you know.

Explanation? Not really. Curious? I'm sure you are if you've read this far.
July 4th is my least favorite day of the year. It's the cursed day. Everyone has one - that day that no matter how hard you try, it never goes right. 

Mine started rather fantastically, and frankly if I wasn't a girl it might have gone splendidly.
The first to get a dose of my insanity didn't know what he was up against. All he did was invite me to watch Independence Day to celebrate the holiday.

Frankly, this movie is a personal favorite - it's one of the best. How could I say no? This friend - Han - is a darling. One of my favorite people on this earth - all around nice, and while undeserving of my crazy, often takes the brunt of it with a forgiving smile.

So Han and I watch the best 4th of July movie around, talking through half of it and debating different cinematic elements (this is why I adore our friendship so much. Han and I share many interests. It's fun).

And then I turn crazy.
I never plan on turning crazy. Seriously, the Spock side of me facepalms and begs for me to shut up.  Unfortunately, "Annie" is already on her way to the loony bin.

So after a freakout in front of Han, I went home and didn't get enough sleep - this only makes me worse.

Crabby Annie locked Spock in the closet and spewed venom at her family until she fell back to sleep (missing the soccer games, thank you very much).

By the evening, Spock and Annie were arm wrestling for the power to rule the remainder of the day.  A little Vulcan Death Grip knocked Annie out long enough for me to enjoy a concert in the park where a friend Mike's band played (and they did so well)!

I barely made it home, however, before Annie reared her ugly head and went all Exorcist Linda Blair style.  What does that mean? Read this blog here.

Spock, realizing all hope was lost, sent me to bed, only to be awoken by my amazing mother to be told she had to take Brosef to the ER.
Because, of course, the 4th of July couldn't pass without harming SOMEONE that I love.
(Don't worry, Brosef is okay. Bronchial spasms are no laughing matter, but the man doth breathe again!)

All in all, I'm glad the day is done. I'm thankful that Han has a sister and gets that girls randomly go crazy for no reason. I'm thankful that Mike's band did so well, and that I got to enjoy them.

I'm also thankful that the Spock in me let me write this blog, despite the Annie influences splashed all over it.

I'm glad to be a woman - really, I am - but sometimes, I wouldn't mind avoiding the crazy.

1 comment:

S. R. Karfelt said...

See, the Annie in me doesn't even want to prove she's not a robot. So if this comment doesn't post, that's why. ;)

It just so happens that I'm married to Spock. You can't tell it by the way he's portrayed in movies, but Spock can be very stubborn. That is why he starts with the "That is not logical" shtuff. There are times when he says that and I just want to shout, "What's your point?!" As if logical matters when the whack is out of the bag.

Yes, sometimes Spock doubles as Captain Obvious. But he's also a smart man and knows when it is best to just do the eyebrow cock and remain motionless, although I suspect--but have no proof--that he employs the Vulcan death grip on me from time to time.

So I feel you, Clone, and I'm doing the eyebrow cock, and holding still, but in one hand is a pint of Ben & Jerry's Blondie Brownie and in the other is a puppy.