Today I’m participating in E. M.’s Sunday Ramble. It’s a nice topic and also fits well with other prompted words. 🙂 This week’s topic is “Childhood Memories.”
What is your first good memory from your childhood?(If this is a trigger question for you, tell me how your day is and what the best thing is about today.)
Probably on my 7th birthday, when I received a Gameboy from my grandma. 😆 It was purple — my favorite color at the time — and she also bought Pokémon Blue version. My twin brother received a green Gameboy and Pokémon Red version from her.
Name 3 things that you loved when you were just a youngster?
Play-Doh! Stickers! I also had a blast playing with makeup, especially with my friends, which is hilarious because I don’t wear any makeup now.
What did you dislike, or even hate, when you were growing up?
Hmm… I hated (and still hate) drinking milk and eating melted cheese. I loved pizza but would take all the cheese off. 🤣 I still don’t like when something has a lot of cheese, but I eat pizza like a normal person now.
If you could go give your younger self one piece of advice, what would you tell them?
I would blast my younger self with the message, “Your personality is different, not wrong.” I’m an INFJ, so I have always been very “sensitive” and intuitive. Growing up, many aspects of my personality were looked down upon in my family. I still have a bunch of baggage, NGL, but now I actually like how I am and don’t really want to be that different (as long as I stay sane haha).
What kind of celebrations did you enjoy when you were little, and do you still like those celebrations now that you are grown?
I liked Christmas and my birthday a lot growing up (what kid doesn’t?). I still like Christmas, but it’s awkward now because I’m a Catholic, and the rest of my family aren’t even Christian in any meaningful way. My brothers are atheists, and I lived with my parents for 20 years before I found out that they considered themselves Christian, so there you go.
As for my birthday, I no longer like it. In fact, I have had a crisis around my birthday for the past few years, and this year is no exception. 😭 It’s coming… *cue Jaws theme music*
Bonus Question: What commercial did you always wait for to come on television as a child? (If you didn’t like commercials or television, what event did you wait for to come about when you were a kid?“
I don’t remember liking any commercials. However, my brothers and I watched a ton of them because our family didn’t have a TiVo or anything yet. I remember wanting SO MANY toys, thanks to these commercials! I’m glad that my parents did not give in to most of my whining. 🙂
There are so many blog posts to catch up on reading, plus other books that I say I want to read, things that I allegedly want to do — but when it comes down to it, I am often too agitated, tearful, or would just prefer to go to bed. Clearly, I am going insane — but this happens every 4th week, so don’t worry. Or do, if you want, as I just get more and more over this ish every time.
The Internet helps me, but Crazy Jenna shouldn’t have an Internet connection, or else I bother people, and you get posts like this. Clearly not good.
If you have read this far, I shall reward you with a poem (“reward”). I wrote this sijo about the ducklings yesterday.
They hatched a little later this year, yet we get to see them: Ducklings swimming in the running water, gaining strength for flight, Ducklings staying close to Mama, not far from her wide wings.
It’s Tuesday evening, so you (might) know what that means: Sijo time! Our inspiration this week is high school, a time in my life that I actually really enjoyed — when I wasn’t struggling with crippling mental illness. 🙂 In addition, this day happens to mark 3 years since I graduated from college.
Graduated from college three years ago, I hardly know how, High school before that — I never expected either success Yet here I sit writing, a fountain which refuses to quit.
You all know by now that I am unendingly enthusiastic about writing. I also can’t get enough of cute baby animals, especially ducklings! Figured I’d share a picture from today. A friend rescued me and took me to go see them. ❤️ A world with ducklings in it isn’t all bad.
The writing part of my brain (which is most of my brain, at this point), has been active today, so I’ve got this reverse etheree to share. I might even post twice today — working on a poem that requires a bit of research! 😀
Rejoice and be glad
To know this endless day,
Leaving no place for shadows.
Upward movement: dead live again,
Corruptibility having been
Restored to everlasting radiance.
Yesterday was a great day! I got to hang out with friends and even see pictures of one friend’s new kitten and in-person tiny ducklings! This morning was also great, as I got to go to Mass and see people, even my priest’s dog (and he’s also really cool without the dog).
That’s why I can’t figure out why I feel like this:
less than half a day
cuteness and companionship
this is not my will
this is the monster’s bidding,
his chilling fingers
blindfolding my eyes,
blanketing my memory
life’s heat extinguished
I am Persephone tricked,
taken to Hades
Brian’s prompt for this week, which I am once again trying to complete on Thursday, is “the good life.” It was nice to reflect on what makes a good life — a good life does not have to be an easy life. It was also a timely reminder that I already have many aspects of “the good life.” 🙂 At the end of each day, before going to sleep, I thank God for many things, every good thing that I can remember from the day — and most days I have a litany. This poem is also for DVerse and is a cinq-cinquain.
Breathe in: Salty sea air, Relaxing on the sand Feeling the sun as the waves break — Take breaks
Sometimes. Other times life Requires the daily grind, Work giving oneself a purpose, Reason
To wake Each new morning, Other than the coffee (Although that always is a plus For me) —
Even In Eden ere The first sin, Adam worked As a gardener helping all life To grow —
Reasons To face each day, A purpose found in life: Actions to take, imprints to leave, To love
I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. 🙂
I’m not fine
I am never fine,
Dare to peer in this brain of
Look at me,
Does anyone care,
Beyond a few words and one
Going nowhere while
Brain runs off a cliff or it
Good time to reprise this photo
My thought process before this: “Okay, I finally finished that happy poem from last week. Let’s let out the other stuff.” MVB: Shock. FOWC: Anybody (close enough?). Then I started writing and realized I could make it into a Quadrille for DVerse; the week’s word is “static.” I’m not linking this up with it but figured I’d give credit for the inspiration. 🙂 At least I’ve written more now!!
I’ve been nervous for today. I’m going to be all alone all day, and it’s really bad timing because satan hates me. 😅
In addition, my phone reminded me that three years ago today was a really tough day. Long story short, my friend knew that I was in a horrific mind-place, so she all but kidnapped me and forced me to hang out with her and some friends, watching Legally Blonde, eating pizza, and playing with a little dog. Then, she didn’t let me go home until I was 95% asleep.
My phone reminded me of this by bringing up the photos of that dog.
I’m trying to make this day good, though! At least I am reminded of how much that friend loved me. 😊 We’ve pretty much lost touch, but I pray for her every. Single. Day. What she did is really the pinnacle of friendship, even though I was pissed about it at the time.