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Good Samaritan of the Day Award!

It is sweltering in DC today.  There were promises of thunderstorms, but they have not yet materialized, and to step outside is to begin to melt like butter, or candles, or lard, or anything greasy that melts in a sufficiently unpleasant way.  I had to run a quick errand for the sake of Personal Development, and as I passed the house of a charming family I chat with near-daily, my heart melted — but in a super-awesome-pleasant way, like chocolate for fondue or ice in a stiff happy hour beverage.

I knew these were Good People ever since I met their pugs, but this clinches it.  In front of their gate, and lining their (beautiful) garden pathway, they had stacked coolers filled with bottled water, and put a big sign up saying “Postman, UPS, FedEx, couriers, friends and neighbors — It’s hot outside. Please help yourself to some water.”

SEEEEE?  This is going straight on my list of why humanity still has some good left in it!  I think it is #4 or 5, but someday I’ll actually put the list up and we’ll know for sure.

The world is not ending, I am just bored. Repeat.

It is Monday, and it has been raining spitefully all day.  No titillating thunderstorms or cathartic downpour  sessions ending with rainbows –  just evil, shoe-filling globs of water.

I’ve tried a lot of tricks throughout the years to pull myself sanely through these kinds of days.  Most of these tricks involve sugar and escapism.  Just for fun, I thought I’d record their evolution thus far…

The first I can remember is books.  Somewhere around 2nd grade, I began to like them (The Boxcar Children were my first real addictions).  I developed a system wherein, if I got bored in class, I would pretend to drop a pencil.  Then I’d lean down to pick it up, and crawl into the large closet at the side of the room.  I would then read books in the light of the crack under the door.  I truly believed no one noticed, until roughly the 100th time I’d ventured forth, when a fellow classmate hissed “she’s doing it again!” — and I picked up the ‘dropped pencil’ and resumed my seat.  It was the end of an era.

I kept reading books, lots of them.  I signed up for a GoodReads account the other day, and just ranking the obvious ones took a few hours — but it was a blissful few hours.

Then, for freshman orientation, my college dean taught us the following mantra: “No matter what you say or do to me, I am still a worthwhile person.” It doesn’t work.  Sorry.

A mantra that works better, which I wrote on my arm in sky blue ink during a drunken rage at an innocent then-boyfriend, is: “Remember puppies!!!!!”

Serotonin supplements help, but I think they make me lazy, so I cut back.

Caffeine is AWESOME.

Today I am assaulted by feelings of insignificance and the sense that the world is spiraling inward to death by boredom and self-disgust.  Every once in a while I snap out of it and realize I’m just bored and irritable. Hence the title mantra.  I’m alternating the boredom mantra with the fact that my grandparents went to a “Senior Prom” at their retirement home two nights ago and danced romantically.  So there might be hope for the future, after all.

Senior Prom

Senior Prom

Oh, DC weather

I feel like I just had a one-night stand with summer.  Make an honest woman of me, weather gods!