Advice. The world is full of it.
There's the (common-sense) helpful type from your mother. Who reminds you to always change your underwear in case you're in a horrific accident that day. (Because that's what you're worried about if you get hit by a bus. Am I wearing cute undies today?!)
There's the unsolicited (but helpful) older gentleman at the grocery store who wants to tell you how to pick the perfect tomato. "No, honey, that's the wrong one. How's this one?" ..what? This doesn't happen to you? Either I am horrible at picking produce, or I just scream TALK TO ME! I NEED MORE FRIENDS! Because this happens often.
There's the unsolicited (also infuriating and annoying) advice about how if you don't "Open yourself up more, you're going to end up being old and alone. With a lot of cats. You don't want to be the cat lady do you?" advice from your older family members. I, for one, have talked this over with both my cat and dog. They don't think it sounds as horrible as everyone makes it seem.
There's the news warnings that serve as advice. "H1N1 will kill you. Wear this mask. That will protect you, as you type on your keyboard at work that has more germs than a toilet seat. Film at 11."
The point is - the world is full of advice. Some of it should be taken to heart, some of it should be disposed of quicker than my cat's litter box. Don't judge me. I'm working on becoming the cat lady. Remember? I have to fit in as many cat jokes as possible. Any of you who co-habitate with a cat know that I am being glared at, as I type this, by my cat. "Cat, joke, same sentence? Not cool, dude." She's hip, she calls me dude. And she approves of this blog that will include all types of advice. The kinds that make you laugh, make you think (hopefully), and also will allow you a small glimpse into the crazy place I call my own section of the world.
For today I will leave you with a fabulous piece of Latin advice: Semper ubi sub ubi. Always wear underwear. (All you Latin geeks may be laughing. The rest of the world? Thinks I've lost it. Don't worry, I'll always have my cat.)
I love it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy! :) If you can't name a blog after Schott, what can you do?
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