As I reflect on my summer, I realize how little I did. Yeah, yeah-- I ran a few races, got a divorce, turned a year older... But honestly, it's nothing that I feel very "wow" about. The "wowest" couple of things that happened recently were not related to me at all. One - and if you've been dead for the past couple of months this might be news to you - is the honey badger video. ...god, I love this thing! I continue to watch the honey badger in times of great distress, anxiety or boredom (which is approximately six times a day). And it continues to provide me with more comfort than is reasonable for a woman of my age or education.
At first, I thought the honey badger video was ridiculous -- but then I found myself watching it over and over. ...and it grew on me. Soon, I was quoting the video. When a lady in a crazy-hurry almost ran me over with her luggage while chugging through the airport, rather than using plain English, I shouted (...granted, somewhat passive aggressively), "Whoa! Watch out! says that bird." (...she didn't get it.) And now I'm using honey badger jargon daily. Example: "yeah, I'm really kinda honey badger about the situation." Translation: I really don't give a shit. (Sounds more lady-like than swearing, right?)
The other thing I did this summer was memorize the soundtrack to Wicked (which has annoyed the hell out of my neighbors). Yeah... I channeled my inner Gleek like never before. Now - again- if you've been dead, Wicked is the story of The Wizard of Oz as told by the Wicked Witch of the West. I saw the show last month and it's rocked my world. I've found it very relatible. Good girl is very misunderstood. While trying to do the right thing, she realizes the government is corrupt and takes off on her own...towards the Western sky. ...um, yeah...I feel that.And so my endless summer days have consisted of toggeling between the Wicked soundtrack and the honey badger video. ...did I just write that? ("Did that really just happen?") ...Damn, I need to get a life.