Spring Cleaning is thus named because of the time of year in which it typically takes place. From a metaphoric point of view, Springtime is a fresh start and a new beginning. Four and a half hours of Spring Cleaning took place today on December 17th. I completely purged my home of all the past resident's residuals and my own dusty memories (effectively cutting off my hoarder tendencies). I've never minded menial tasks because I often get lost in thought. I love to let my stream of consciousness take over and let my mind tumble into the abyss. I have had a lot on my mind lately, as I often do, but not quite of this magnitude. Maybe it was the chemicals. Here is a not so rare peek into the mind of Abby.
My generation is no good. Everything is expected to be instantaneous, everything is expected to be fixed. Everyone types poorly expecting autocorrect to come to the rescue. I even notice myself not bothering to capitalize letters because my computer does it for me. Oh this is dangerous. I've been wary about technology for quite awhile, and the fact that I'm currently reading 1984 only intensifies my reservations. I don't enjoy the majority of my peers, because of things like Snap Chat and Tinder and Yik Yak. One sentence of observation, 8 seconds of wit. It's liked or it's not and then it's forgotten. Words have lost their power. Anonymity is an almost suffocating cushion. As a collective whole we are loosing the ability to converse and process ideas. But THEN, I'm surrounded by much older people who don't value my thoughts or opinions presumably for that very reason. And I get so angry that my suggestions and goals never get seriously considered because of my age and minimal years of experience. Doing things just because they've been done the same way for so long is no reason to continue the practice. Coming at something from a new angle should not be viewed as threatening or unqualified. It makes me madder than I can even express to be so blatantly disregarded. Just to add to the mix, I spend my days surrounded by children, whose futures are so bright. Blindingly so. These young minds have not yet been touched by prejudice or disapproval and they look at the world with wonder. They don't know what to expect in the future, right now they don't look past Christmas. I can't even guess what lies in store for them, but it worries me a great deal. And these aren't even my own children. *Here is where my mind took a sharp left turn and fell into a delightful daydream* Because I spend a lot of time thinking about my future kids. The way I figure, they've already been created. I just need to find their daddy and bring them to Earth.
Actually I need to stop right there. My thoughts did go into great detail about a recent someone but I can't bring myself to share all my intimate flaws in one post. Underlying point; I do believe there are kind, strong, decent men all over. I know I have to be more deserving by improving myself, which I am trying really, really hard to do. You have no idea. It's a difficult process.
After reliving some needless late night arguments, I cheered myself with the thought of my imminent vacation. Hot Cocoa. Snow. Lights. Sisters. Momma. I can hardly wait the full 48 hours.
May your days be Merry and Bright,
Abby
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