I believe this thing to be self-evident: On the penultimate* day of The Year of Living Non-Judgmentally, I have managed to come up with the goofiest title, ever.
And I’m not being judgmental about that. I happen to think that “goofy” is high praise. (I believe I’ve demonstrated that belief, in this previous post.) Although, one could argue that praise, of any sort, is also judgmental.**
All right, Ann! Enough with the charmingly (you hope) digressive style! Let’s cut to the chase! Why do you think that title is goofy?
I think the title is goofy because … it expresses a confusion about the day, after stating what day it is.
Then why in the Wild Wild World of Sports*** did you choose THAT title (after considering several others, as usual)?
Because at this time of the year, I am often confused about what day it is. There is something about The Week Between Christmas and New Year’s**** that causes rampant confusion in my brain, about the day. To add to this, I am taking two days off from work before New Year’s Day, and routine changes often confuse my sense of time.
I’m assuming I am not alone, in these experiences.
Although I AM alone as I am writing this.
Although that’s not entirely true, either. How can I say I’m alone? There’s a cat on my lap. This cat, to be exact:
That image meets my stringent criteria for posting my own photos here, including (1) I’ve never used it before, (2) it’s in focus, and (3) it is perhaps cute and interesting enough to ameliorate* possible feelings of annoyance at my charmingly (I hope) digressive and inquisitive writing style*****.
Where was I? Oh, yes, I am not alone. Further proof of that: my 15-year-old son, Aaron, and my boyfriend, Michael, are both here, albeit* asleep.
Hmmm. So what IS this post about, so far? What are the themes that are already emerging?
Well, confusion is a theme.
And what might confusion indicate, right now?
It might indicate that I need a little more food or sleep. That’s (always) possible.
However, I think it also indicates that it’s the next-to-last day of the year. Endings — and the approach of endings — can definitely cause confusion, in me.
Perhaps I’m not alone in that, too. Also, confusion is not always a bad thing, is it?
As I am approaching the end of this post, let’s see if I can find an image that represents “confusion,” right now. First, I shall check my trusty iPhone. I have no expectations, at this point, whether a photo is waiting there, that will fit the bill.
OMG! I’ve struck gold. Not fool’s gold; real gold. The mother lode! The mother of them all. ***
That shot, which I took last Friday in the hospital cafeteria, not only meets all my criteria for my own photos, it is the perfect representation of the concept “confusion.” While true perfection may not exist, just look at all the confusion we’ve got there, in one single image. Feast your eyes on all the opposites, dialectics*, paradoxes, and contradictions!
Healthy/unhealthy. Biodegradable/Plastic. Cafeteria food/Salad bar. Dark/Light. Mac & Cheese/Anti-Mac & Cheese.
It’s all there, people! (And you may see more, too.)
Ahhhhhh. My work here is done.
At least for the day.
Thanks to all my readers, no matter what day you happen to drop by. There’s no confusion here: I appreciate your visit, wherever you are.
* One of my favorite words. I would define it, but I’m hoping the context will clarify its meaning, if necessary. Also, I hope to use this footnote as a running gag throughout the post.
** My good friend Krystal wrote me about that, last week.
*** This is a steal from Mel Brooks. See here for the first (mis-remembered) steal. I can’t find a clip for the second steal, which is from one of my favorite movies, “The Producers.”
**** Yes, Mark Bialczak, I am using this form, for now.
***** At least, in this particular case, among cat people. For people who don’t like cats, all bets are off.