Oxymorons...day 2.

It is only Tuesday...and already my week is filled with oxymorons. So....I am taking this opportunity to write a tragic comical blog, FULL of them, to describe in vague detail how I feel.

I'm clearly confused about the constant variables in how people operate. Is it an open secret that I strongly dislike deafening silence? It is my unbiased opinion that the universe might just be evening the odds with me. Hmmmm, that must be it...punishment for being hopelessly optimistic! I am feeling almost exactly how I did 2 months ago, all of this is strangely familiar....and I feel increasingly declined.

Perhaps it is insane logic that I desire intimate strangers. I keep getting it positively wrong and it's sadly funny. As soon as I start to feel somewhat awesome or terribly pleased, a quiet storm arises and turns sh*t upside down.

It is my unsolved mystery. My sun shower of systematic chaos. My pleasant hell.

So, Once again, I will attempt to embrace this linear curve in my journey and not become a human robot living in internal exile.

Sex and the city truths.

"You sleep with someone and start rationalizing the red flags away"

Hahaha!

E-Hoarding.

We all know the show. We all have a grandma who should be ON the show (or maybe I'm alone in that).

Either way....It's a serious (and what I would consider to be a very sad) problem for many people. Although the actual definition of hoarding suggests that items are collected and placed in a HIDDEN location for preservation or future use, it is no secret to anyone that true hoarders sometimes become unable to hide the problem all together, and in turn, end up on A&E for our disgusted judgmental entertainment.

As I mentioned above, my grandmother has alwasy been and still is, what I consider to be a hoarder. As a child and growing teen, I didn't really understand that this was the case...as all of her "collectibles" were saved to help other people or sold at the largest garage sale in Bradenton over the course of several years. (Our family even made the paper several times!) All I knew then was I got to wear the apron, be the boss and most important helper and take strangers money...and that of course, was really all that mattered to me at that time.  Granted, my grandmother isn't "advanced" enough in her hoarding to be on A&E or anything...but as I got older I started to realize that the banana boxes full of old towels, rusted utensils, molded sheets, dusty books, outdated clothing, empty plastic milk or butter containers and bags full of used dirty bread ties...were not useful to anyone at all. Rather, they took up space in every room of our house and every part of our lives. I still cannot remember, to this day, a room not having a banana box stack in it.

I have learned enough about the subject being brought up in it to acknowledge and accept that it has, in a sense, been handed down generations....to my dad, to the grand children, etc. I've gained an insiders understanding about the reasons behind WHY my Nana feels the need to keep everything or why her and my dad dig through dumpsters frequently for "good finds" or a potential sale...., but it still saddens me. It scares me. I know I have this in me....whether I want it or not. I hold onto things, I allow things to hold more emotional value than physical or monitary value and therefore, I cannot let go of them or not grow attached. You can see my floor and stuff...so for now, I'm safe I think....However, this makes me wonder if I'm the new technology reliant, earth friendly generation of a Hoarder?

::enter dramatic sound::

da da duuuuuuummmmmm.....Theeeee E-Hoarder. da da duuuummmmmmm.

I just realized today...I've started finding a reason to save email conversations in new folders in my Yahoo Mailbox. I seriously have sepearate e-mail folders for exes, current attractions...., tickets, family, misc., keep, girls that broke up with me alot, insurance and funny stuff. Really? Should I be worried or is this me just being organized? Why do I need to hold onto email conversations? I guess this would come in handy if I got hit on the head at Nana's by an avalanche of falling banana boxes and lost my memory...but still.

I may be treading on dangerous ground.

Casey Anthony Trial...a beautiful life, after all.

So...the jury is out, and now...back in. After 10+ hours of deliberation, they only find Casey Anthony guilty of lying to the Po-Po (as we from Bradenton like to call police officers) and not of murder, manslaughter OR child abuse.

I am refusing to make this post some long, d r a w n (not to be confused with "drown", aka, what Casey claims happened to Caley...) out opinion of whether or not I think she is guilty of ending the human life of her offspring. However, being that I am a switch hitter (You may also hear republicans often refer to this term as "rider of the fence"), in every sense of the word...I have to at least, be able to apply both sides to the equation to reach such opinion. Soooooo....I do not think there was enough evidence to convict her of murder. Buuuuuutttttt, I definately think she was guilty of extensive neglect, at minimum...which to me, and apparently to Wikipedia. actually = child abuse! DUH! Let us define "neglect"...shall we?

Neglect is a passive form of abuse in which the perpetrator is responsible to provide care for a victim who is unable to care for oneself, but fails to provide adequate care to meet the victim's needs, thereby resulting in the victim's demise.

Demise = death.

I'm not that good at math but Casey Anthony + Caley Anthony + Neglect - Murder STILL equals neglect, which STILL equals abuse, right? Is that definition of neglect not universal? Guess not to these Pinellas County folk. They must be from Kenneth City or Pinellas Park.

As facebook, chat rooms, tv guests and thousands of  blog comments blow up with disgust, shame and shock over this verdict....I am going to make better use of my time. I'm going to start compiling my list of people I can get away with murdering.