Originally posted on 11/4/2009
This entry is intended to be a (somewhat) short (somewhat) creative diversion because I don't really have time for lengthy, creative personal pursuits right now, not for juicy blog-writing anyway. This entry is a quick gift to myself. 🎁 One week from today, I expect that life's load will be a whole lot lighter for me. For the moment however, the load is quite significant. In times of stress, for a countless number of probable reasons, I sometimes imagine myself as a powerful superhero. Generally, imagining myself with superhuman powers, gets me over life's ominous speed bumps in pretty fine order, however delusional my assertion of superhuman strength actually is. (Though I suspect I may have a few unexplained superpowers.) 🦸🏾♀️ Not too long ago, a good friend of mine referred to me as Sandy Cheeks, from the SpongeBob Squarepants cartoon. If you don't follow the SpongeBob Squarepants cartoon, just know that Sandy Cheeks is the toughest creature in the underwater city of Bikini Bottom. In addition to the ability to dole out a proper, superpower-like beat-down to any size creature, she's very sweet and smart too. Best of all, she's also from Texas. As you can imagine, I was quite flattered by my friend's comparison of me to her since like her, I too consider myself to be "Texas Tough" 💪🏾 even if I have to draw upon 'presumably' imaginary superpowers to be that way. 🤷🏾♀️ Ironically, my superpowers are not what's fueling my most recent burst of self-induced "heroine heroism". Of all things, I was poetically inspired by an odd colored ladybug I annoyingly crossed paths with yesterday. I'm not out in nature too much, so I'm not really sure how common black ladybugs with red dots are in contrast to the common, red with black dot variety. Black ladybugs may be very common to everyone else but I don't recall ever noticing one before. On my drive home from work yesterday, my peripheral vision was drawn to the striking creature as she crept up the inside of the driver's side window of my truck. I'm not a big fan of insects but I wouldn't say I'm overly scared of them either, as a matter of fact, I'm quite fond of ladybugs. I was a little more drawn to her in particular because of her odd (to me) coloring. She distracted me quite a bit actually, and not in a good way. 😡 Being careful not to kill her, I gently brushed her off my window so I could have an uninhibited view through my dirty truck window. Not 2 seconds later, there she was again, crawling up the front of my shirt. I gently brushed her off my shirt and 1.5 seconds later she's crawling up my left arm, then my right arm. Frustrated by her unmitigated gall, I brushed her off again and 3 seconds after, there she was crawling up my thigh, over my favorite work pants. I'm thinking to myself; wow, this is one tenacious bug! Pissed, I brush her off again, more forcefully this time. I didn't see her again but I was careful not to harm her, so my guess is that I flung her far enough away from me that I was able to reach home before she reached me (again). 🐞 In true ChaunyBaby narcissist fashion, I began to see myself in her. She was black like me, covered with red dots like me (stress pimples) and tough as nails...like me. 🧍🏾♀️ I'm not sure how this will sound/read (actually-I don't really care) but I began to truly appreciate the tenacious toughness of the independent female spirit. ♀️ After bearing witness to her impressive perseverance, I got a little proud and choked up. She reminded me that the momentary irritation with my own situation would soon pass, if I just keep 'pushing through'. So what I get knocked back a step or two? Even with a bad back, I'm an excellent leaper. I can leap a good 3 or 4 steps if I put my (bad) back into it. Some might say that the same admiration should also apply to the tenacious toughness of the independent male spirit but this is my blog and I'm not male. 😘 Frankly, there are certain males in which that tenacious toughness would have exactly the opposite effect (of admiration) on me. In fact, while writing this very entry, Sticky Booger violated my no-contact order (after weeks of complying) and called me on what will ultimately be another ill-fated attempt at reconciliation with me. His perseverance could almost be admired, if his affections weren't directed at such a disinterested party. As persistently clingy as that initially annoying insect was, a ladybug is a far cry from a 'Sticky Booger' and infinitely more delightful too. 😜
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