Teal Atheists

I hate the experience of parking my car, and casually glancing to the right and seeing someone else sitting in the parked car next to me. There’s this moment of surprise, because there’s a whole live person there, and then there’s this moment of suspicion, like, hey, what are they doing there?

I’ve spent a year growing my hair out, and I have almost gotten to the point where my previous bangs fit into my pony tail. Looking in the mirror this morning, though, I thought to myself, “Hey now, perhaps you should get a haircut and get bangs again!” Then I thought, “Are you on CRACK?”

There are these bracelets with wooden beads that have little miniature paintings of religious figures. Most of the one’s I’ve seen have been Catholic. I have one, though, that has Hindu gods and goddesses on it. I am not Hindu, but I think it’s lovely. When I wear it, though, I always feel a little self-conscious, like perhaps I shouldn’t be wearing any religious icons. I guess I feel a little like maybe by doing so, I’m denying what I am, which is an atheist. That feeling is silly though. First of all, I have no problem telling anyone that I’m an atheist. Secondly, why would I care if someone seeing the bracelet thinks that I’m Hindu? Or, as is more likely, thinks I’m Catholic? On top of that, it isn’t as though any of the atheists I know would care that another atheist is wearing religious jewelry. We’re a pretty chill bunch.

Yesterday I saw a girl with some gorgeous purple feather earrings, and then I dreamt that I made them. I think I will-- I love feather earrings like no body’s business, but I can’t wear earrings that aren’t either gold or stainless steel (or something else equally inert).

I have a hankerin’ for some Mexican cocoa. Mexican hot chocolate is crazy amazing.

There are two parts of my brain. One thinks that people are smart, and we should have a true democracy where the popular vote determines the political figures. The other part thinks that people are stupid and that’s a bad idea. I’m deeply conflicted about this. I am often surprised at how stupid people are, because I always think everyone is as smart or smarter than I am. It’s wildly disappointing to find out that a person isn’t intelligent.

Since I started working, my joints have been hurting, and I’m bothered by that. The irritating, whiney part of myself wants to cry, “I’m not old yet! This isn’t fair!” The rest of me says that I should stop hunching while counting thread, and get someone else to lift the heavy boxes.

I like the colors dark blue and bright yellow together. Not always, I mean, I have seen some train wrecks, but on the whole, I don’t think I see enough of it. Maybe dark blue isn’t right, maybe I really mean dark teal.

At the museum near my house once there was an exhibit of duck paintings and it made a big impact on me. I would love to see that sort of exhibition again. I’ll have to look into that.