Middle Of The Night Ramblings on Faceless Blue Headed Bullies

Am laying here listening to the sound of the fan blowing and quietness. I truly believe that we have become such a busy world, that we don’t know how enjoyable quietness is. Right now, I think if I had the sound of water running like a stream, I could close my eyes and feel like I was in nature. It is so serene and relaxing. No tv blaring, no talking, no traffic sounds…just the gentle sound of a fan.

So, once again you are blessed cursed with my rambling brain in the middle of the night. I have to tell you that Facebook mentality has once again caused me to erupt into laughter. I got one of those junior high school bully type messages because someone did not like one of my posts on here or the comments on it. It was so hysterical and school age that I was calling my son and friends to come read it and laugh with me. You know the kind….obvious fake ID and they start attacking you personally like they think they are really telling you off. What they failed to understand is, in order for me to get upset…I have to care about who is saying something to me. And how can you care about a fake ID?

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I supposed I could blow up one of those Facebook blue head icons and then tell it off. Or run shrieking through the house in fear and when son asks me why, tell him the “blue head” is out to get me. Or I could call the police station and have them put out an APB out for the “Blue Headed Person” who writes anonymous bully letters. Maybe Investigative Reports will come in and film a segment on me. Do you think?  Sorry folks, but you see what son and friends and I were doing after the letter came in. And I laughed til I cried and so did everyone else. What??? The door bell rang. Son wait..wait…look through the peep-hole. It might be the blue headed anonymous bully writer. Son asks “how will I know???”  I said “Look for the blue head! Only look down cause it probably is a little old blue headed lady!”

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Hmmm, a friend says “wonder if the blue head means it is some little old lady with that white hair with the blue tint on it, off on her computer in a corner of her house sending out these blue headed anonymous bully letters?” Can’t you just picture that with her saying in that voice like the bad fairy on the Wizard of Oz “I’ll get you my pretty”.

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That conjured up such an image that i am afraid I had to change my shirt for coke went flying out of my mouth because I was laughing so hard. And having son imitate the witch on the Wizard of Oz and someone else pretend to be the Good Fairy saying “Begone…you have no power here” left us all in stitches.  Or Better yet, maybe it was Maxine’s evil twin and the real Maxine is down at the police station filling out papers for identity theft. I can see her now telling them to put a detective on the shampoo isle and ID anyone that buys the blue rinse little old ladies like to use on their hair.

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Well, now you see how we spent our afternoon and it only got more hysterical from there with them doing imitations. See, folks, things are only as hurtful as we allow them and again I say…how can you be seriously upset over message from a fake ID? Now, if someone has a serious message to me, I take the time to answer and I did answer one yesterday and the person was extremely nice.

And so, moving on from the hysterics of yesterday, I have to tell you that son’s soup is so good that we ate it with hot buttered cornbread for supper again last night. He asked me was I sick cause I do not normally eat two helpings of the soup. I told him that he just outdid himself on this pot of soup.

As I lay here alone, listening to my fan, I thought about how some people mistake “alone” for “lonely”.  Now, no  one wants to be alone all the time, but I am a person that actually enjoys being alone here in my room…to read, write, do artwork, play on the computer or just watch a show on the television. I don’t feel lonely…I am just alone without having to have someone entertain me. I learned how to entertain myself a long time ago. Besides, if I allow myself to depend on others to make me happy or keep me entertained, I might become like one of those faceless blue heads and start muttering to myself “I’ll get you my pretty” in that high shrill voice and typing junior high school type bully letters to people that I don’t like. LOL