I haven’t written on my blog in quite a while. Life sometimes gets ahead or behind me, I’m never sure which. But, I think I need to write my rambling, meandering thoughts just to get me back in the groove of the blog. So here goes, try to hold on because this post will go different directions, none of which make sense to the other. For after all, I am a Magical Mess.
I believe life is an adventure, unlike life is a box of chocolates. Because with the box of chocolates theory you know you’ll always get chocolate. There really isn’t a great surprise with that concept. No, life will always be surprising, filled with highs and lows, soaring accomplishments and crushing defeats. And that’s what makes it worth living.
Can you image getting up every morning and knowing exactly what is going to transpire? There are no perfect days, months or years. So, if you know what’s coming why get up and out of bed in the morning at all?
In the medical world there are genetic tests one can take to show what disease you might get in the future. The thought process behind taking one of these tests is to avoid or combat whatever disease might come your way. I will not be taking any of these tests. I don’t want to know. I get my yearly physical, mammogram, lab tests, what have you and try to take good care of myself. Other than that I don’t want to worry about tomorrows disease. Because if I were continually worrying I wouldn’t get anything else done. And goodness knows I have a lot to do.
The husband says I have the same philosophy in life as Scarlett O’Hara in the book/ movie “Gone With The Wind.” And he’s right. She would often say, “I’ll worry about that tomorrow.” I adhere to that thought process which highlights my charm and my failings but still, I don’t want to know my future here on this earth.
Which, in a haphazard, confusing manner brings me to another point. You all know me as The Magical Mess and that title still holds true. But with the current trend of people going by their “preferred names” I have another choice by which to be called. And I’ll get to that in a minute but first I must rant a little.
These “preferred names” used to just be called “nick names.” You know, instead of William, Bill. Instead of James, Jim and so on. Now, if you ever did call them by their full, legal name most of them would not be out of sorts about it. Especially in a setting where their legal names were important, oh, say like a medical office. But today, in our current climate of political correctness, people have decided to get up on their high horse and demand to be called Petunia when their name is really Jean. Or Fred instead of their legal name of Betty.
And so we comply. Why? Because we’ve all gone nuts. I don’t have any problem with this new fad outside of a legal setting. But come on, we’re creating legal documents here at the clinic which may or may not be used in a court of law for a myriad of instances. And consider this, their legal name is on their driver’s license and their insurance card. Do you know how confusing it is to have one name on one set of paper work and another on, say, their prescription? In the end we honestly don’t know what to call them.
But in keeping with this trend and not wanting to be left out, I have decided to go by, are you ready?, RED FURY. But only when I go to the doctor’s or anywhere else they will have to call out my name.
I am still very much a magical mess, but really now, does that preferred name invoke a sense of anything other than humor, pity, or confusion? But Red Fury brings forth what? Respect, curiosity, fear? Oh, yes, that’s it. Or should it be Red Mess or Magical Fury? The possibilities are endless. And since in this day and age one can choose anything one wants to be called, I challenge all of you to come up with your own preferred names. Cause after all, this country is already a confusing heap of humanity, why not add to it?
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