Somewhere Over the Rainbow, I've Lost My Damn Mind: A Manic's Mood Chart by Derek Thompson Page B
Authors: Derek Thompson
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destined to happen, no matter where I was. I’ve become a firm (ha-ha, I said firm, shouts out to my Southern sis) believer that everything works out like it’s supposed to. And even if something strange, unpredictable, terrible or horrific happens to you (say you believe you’re a soldier for the light, fighting against the darkness of evil to protect a sacred blood line, or something to that effect) it’s what you do afterwards that defines you as a person.
We continued our discussion, dissecting the “if” scenarios of staying in the ATL. “If you were in the ATL, do you think it would have happened?” “If you were in the ATL, do you think the episode would have been as severe?” “If you were in the ATL, do you think the episode would have lasted as long?” “If you were in the ATL, would you have worn long hair that was combed to the side, boat shoes, short khaki shorts, and sunglasses with Croakies?” (OK, that didn’t really come up in conversation, but I had to take a little jab at the Southern boys, still got nothing but love for ya, though.) After some serious thought, I still don’t know the answers to those “if” questions, but I do know one thing that resounds in me. When I focus too much on the “ifs” in the world, I am missing out on so much more, because they actually are just part of my l if e.
Session
DT: I never understood Croakies in Atlanta. What, are your shades going to fly off your face so fast that you lose them as you walk down Peachtree Street/Battle/Road/whatever?
JP: I think it’s probably more of a style or trend than anything else.
DT: Oh, my blunder.
KEY TERMS: HOKEY POKEY, BUMPER STICKERS, SELF-IMAGE, THE MASS
Submitted on 10/14/09
Green
Fat Chicks Rule
This was the bumper sticker that I was staring at as I made my way into town on Friday. Some people absolutely love these cleverly revealing stickers attached to vehicles, while others despise them. I am completely fascinated by them, although I have only had one in my life, and it was of a soccer ball, in high school (grass fairy). The soccer ball wasn’t much of a statement and really didn’t bother anyone, aside from the guys still questioning their sexuality and expressing their frustration by calling me gay for playing soccer (you know you are) so I was OK with it. Some people find bumper stickers tacky, cheap, obnoxious, and downright pathetic. But let me tell you why they fascinate me. I’ll begin with a list of some of my faves:
Gas, Ass or Grass. Nobody Rides for Free
Dip Me in Beer and Throw Me to the Drunk Chicks
I Support the Right to Arm Bears
Nice Truck. Sorry About Your Penis
--Caution--I Brake For Hookers
These have no real message to put out there, but I heart them. My reasoning behind this is that while the people sporting these stickers aren’t trying to change the world, they are at least living in their own. These aren’t words of wisdom or the key to life (well, maybe the sticker that reads, “What if the Hokey Pokey Really IS What it’s All About?” has some insight) but they make me laugh and make my day a little better.
Prior to my episode, I think I was living my life for some of the wrong reasons. I strove to be good in high school because that’s what I was supposed to do in order to go to college. In college, I tried to be the guy everyone liked, and I never wanted to step on anyone’s toes. I got a job out of school with a big corporation and lived the mundane office life for a few years because that’s what I was supposed to do. I never took a side or position on anything of importance because I didn’t want to separate myself from the majority. I didn’t have a bumper sticker because it wasn’t what “respectable” people did.
It seemed like I was living my life for everyone else and not for myself most of the time. Despite the abundance of “No Fear” bumper stickers, I feared being different from my peers, being an individual. I cared
We continued our discussion, dissecting the “if” scenarios of staying in the ATL. “If you were in the ATL, do you think it would have happened?” “If you were in the ATL, do you think the episode would have been as severe?” “If you were in the ATL, do you think the episode would have lasted as long?” “If you were in the ATL, would you have worn long hair that was combed to the side, boat shoes, short khaki shorts, and sunglasses with Croakies?” (OK, that didn’t really come up in conversation, but I had to take a little jab at the Southern boys, still got nothing but love for ya, though.) After some serious thought, I still don’t know the answers to those “if” questions, but I do know one thing that resounds in me. When I focus too much on the “ifs” in the world, I am missing out on so much more, because they actually are just part of my l if e.
Session
DT: I never understood Croakies in Atlanta. What, are your shades going to fly off your face so fast that you lose them as you walk down Peachtree Street/Battle/Road/whatever?
JP: I think it’s probably more of a style or trend than anything else.
DT: Oh, my blunder.
KEY TERMS: HOKEY POKEY, BUMPER STICKERS, SELF-IMAGE, THE MASS
Submitted on 10/14/09
Green
Fat Chicks Rule
This was the bumper sticker that I was staring at as I made my way into town on Friday. Some people absolutely love these cleverly revealing stickers attached to vehicles, while others despise them. I am completely fascinated by them, although I have only had one in my life, and it was of a soccer ball, in high school (grass fairy). The soccer ball wasn’t much of a statement and really didn’t bother anyone, aside from the guys still questioning their sexuality and expressing their frustration by calling me gay for playing soccer (you know you are) so I was OK with it. Some people find bumper stickers tacky, cheap, obnoxious, and downright pathetic. But let me tell you why they fascinate me. I’ll begin with a list of some of my faves:
Gas, Ass or Grass. Nobody Rides for Free
Dip Me in Beer and Throw Me to the Drunk Chicks
I Support the Right to Arm Bears
Nice Truck. Sorry About Your Penis
--Caution--I Brake For Hookers
These have no real message to put out there, but I heart them. My reasoning behind this is that while the people sporting these stickers aren’t trying to change the world, they are at least living in their own. These aren’t words of wisdom or the key to life (well, maybe the sticker that reads, “What if the Hokey Pokey Really IS What it’s All About?” has some insight) but they make me laugh and make my day a little better.
Prior to my episode, I think I was living my life for some of the wrong reasons. I strove to be good in high school because that’s what I was supposed to do in order to go to college. In college, I tried to be the guy everyone liked, and I never wanted to step on anyone’s toes. I got a job out of school with a big corporation and lived the mundane office life for a few years because that’s what I was supposed to do. I never took a side or position on anything of importance because I didn’t want to separate myself from the majority. I didn’t have a bumper sticker because it wasn’t what “respectable” people did.
It seemed like I was living my life for everyone else and not for myself most of the time. Despite the abundance of “No Fear” bumper stickers, I feared being different from my peers, being an individual. I cared
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