I’ve never seen the movie Inside Out, but everything I’ve heard speaks to me because I’ve discovered that there are some very distinct characters that narrate my thoughts. Here are a few:
Anxiety: There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that Arnold (from the Magic School Bus) is the voice of my anxiety. Every time something goes wrong (getting hurt, forgetting an assignment, bad traffic) I find myself thinking, “I knew I should have stayed home today!”
Snark: This is voiced by Hades (the Disney one, not the creepy one). I try to keep a tight rein on what actually comes out of my mouth, but that doesn’t stop him from getting his say inside my head. Also, the more tired I am, the more airtime he gets. This is not a good thing.
Sass: Megara (also from Hercules). I don’t channel any of her flirtation, but I definitely have all the sass and a dry humor. Something about people with big egos really brings it out.
Introversion: This is voiced by Hades’ little minion, Panic. Every time somebody new approaches me and I wonder if I’m supposed to acknowledge them I get him pulling his ears and, well, panicking.
Realism: This is Merryweather from Sleeping Beauty. We are a bit too much alike, so she probably gets the most words out through my mouth. My favorite line is when she suggests that she would like to turn Maleficent “into a fat old hop-toad.” Flora tells her that they are good fairies, and are supposed to bring joy and happiness. To which Merryweather replies flatly, “Well that would make me happy.” Yep. That’s me. Also, we’re both obsessed with the color blue and are the only ones in our households with housekeeping/child-tending skills.
I have other character traits of course, but when I’m thinking their voices sound like me—not movie characters. Maybe that means that those traits are the real me. Who knows?
*Slice of Life originally published Oct 21, 2017
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Impulse
Yesterday I was driving down Provo Canyon when I made eye contact with a guy I was passing. He looked familiar, but Heber's a small town--everyone looks familiar. I felt little uncomfortable, but no big deal. 20 minutes later we met at a red light. And heaven help me, I don't know what possessed me, but we made eye contact again and I WAVED! As soon as I did it my inner introvert voice (imagine this like the movie Inside Out, only it's Introvert shaking Impulse), starts shouting, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU WAVED AT HIM???" We met at two more red lights. I was dying inside.
Thankfully he turned left just before I entered my own parking lot. What if he'd lived in the same complex? I would have had to talk to him! Impulse, take a seat and some duct tape. Let Introvert and Common Sense be in charge of driving.
*Slice of Life originally published October 9th, 2017
Thankfully he turned left just before I entered my own parking lot. What if he'd lived in the same complex? I would have had to talk to him! Impulse, take a seat and some duct tape. Let Introvert and Common Sense be in charge of driving.
*Slice of Life originally published October 9th, 2017
Crazy Student Teacher
I think I scared my little freshman roommate the other day. She asked how life was going and I started telling her about how crazy it it to be a teacher and a student at the same time: I am taught how to teach. I am assigned a lesson to teach. I learn the material the lesson is on. Create and prep for a lesson plan. Teach said lesson. Go to my own classes. Write an analysis of my teaching. Do the homework for my own classes.
My roommate looks at me with a slightly terrified expression and I realize I am laughing hysterically.
"Do you need anything? Can I help you?" she asks, eyes wide.
"No." I moan as I try to contain myself, "I just need to go to bed..."
Sorry, Jessica. I'll try to keep the crazy tucked in at night.
*Slice of Life originally published October 3rd, 2017
My roommate looks at me with a slightly terrified expression and I realize I am laughing hysterically.
"Do you need anything? Can I help you?" she asks, eyes wide.
"No." I moan as I try to contain myself, "I just need to go to bed..."
Sorry, Jessica. I'll try to keep the crazy tucked in at night.
*Slice of Life originally published October 3rd, 2017
"Thoughts Walking Home in the Dark"
Thoughts walking home in the dark:
Strange humans.
Cosmic lives crammed within boxes
within boxes.
One
upon
another.
Families and loners.
Full of love.
Full of tears.
Dreams--and fears.
Packed into little boxes.
Dolls in clamshell packaging.
So much inside them. And I forget.
Because they fit into a box.
*Slice of Life originally published Sept 26th, 2017
Strange humans.
Cosmic lives crammed within boxes
within boxes.
One
upon
another.
Families and loners.
Full of love.
Full of tears.
Dreams--and fears.
Packed into little boxes.
Dolls in clamshell packaging.
So much inside them. And I forget.
Because they fit into a box.
*Slice of Life originally published Sept 26th, 2017
"I Dreamed A Dream in the Glenhood"
For my teaching writing class, we have to regularly contribute small pieces of writing (Slices of Life) to a wiki. I thought I might post them here as well. And so I present:
"I Dreamed a Dream in the Glenhood"
There was a time when rent was free
When the beds were soft
And the lights were inviting
There was even a view to see.
When noises were soft
And not quite so fright’ning
There was a time
Then it all went wrong...
I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When appliances worked and plumbing was draining
I dreamed my house would be pristine
I dreamed my house would be for living
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There were no utilities to pay
No floor unswept, no food left wasted
But the homework comes each night
With their workloads soft as thunder
As they tear your home apart
As they turn your dream to shame
I slept a year in the new dorms
The view filled my days with wonder
There were no scary stains to hide.
But then I moved for sophomore year!
And now I have this lifelong plea-
That only plants should grow and green.
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are rooms we cannot clean.
I had a dream my home would be
So different from this cell I'm living in
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the clean
I cleaned.
*Originally published Sept 19th, 2017
"I Dreamed a Dream in the Glenhood"
There was a time when rent was free
When the beds were soft
And the lights were inviting
There was even a view to see.
When noises were soft
And not quite so fright’ning
There was a time
Then it all went wrong...
I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When appliances worked and plumbing was draining
I dreamed my house would be pristine
I dreamed my house would be for living
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There were no utilities to pay
No floor unswept, no food left wasted
But the homework comes each night
With their workloads soft as thunder
As they tear your home apart
As they turn your dream to shame
I slept a year in the new dorms
The view filled my days with wonder
There were no scary stains to hide.
But then I moved for sophomore year!
And now I have this lifelong plea-
That only plants should grow and green.
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are rooms we cannot clean.
I had a dream my home would be
So different from this cell I'm living in
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the clean
I cleaned.
*Originally published Sept 19th, 2017
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