Reading comic strips make me laugh and I almost snorted out through my nose these rice pilafs for lunch from the cafeteria downstairs. As I ate lunch, my mind came across this one word, platitudes, which sounded like an animal called a platypus (or duckbills) with attitudes. Platypuses are cute with their bills resembling ducks as they play in their natural habitat of water.
I don’t consider myself an animal but animals with attitudes sound like me when I get angry. Being angry is not nice but there is justified anger when crossed by unwelcome intruders. When angered there is no other outlet but simmering stress that eventually come out as sheer outburst? Nothing could hide a volcano about to blow its top off or the anger of a woman betrayed, hurt or deceived.
When I hear that I have an attitude, I bow to them in silent regard and flip them off mentally. Of course, my face will contort into this red-faced embarrassment upon hearing such remarks from people I hardly know. My aloof composure may need to be more relaxed. But how could I relax when I’m already an anxious person in front of strangers?
I could meditate to bring the calm over me, like grinning widely from ear to ear to keep me from laughing out loud in their faces and work towards a more natural and friendlier smile, which always work for some with nice teeth. And when no one is looking, I may stick out my tongue at them for making fun at me in the first place.
It’s impossible to keep a straight face without looking like some programmed robot without any feelings. I don’t know how people can keep their emotionless state for too long without breathing in the air after someone farted inside the elevator or laughing with the person who did that natural bodily function.
Both good and bad attitudes exist because this defines the person. From my psychology class, any behavior could be modified before the hard core attitudes could budge a little to allow for some improvement. This sounds like an experiment for us all and I don’t like being part of an experiment that may be either beneficial or detrimental to the goals of the researchers.
I tend to act like a sponge soaking up all the communicated information and incorporate what I’ve learned from others and discovered by myself into my sphere. Unfortunately, I also take things personally because it’s hard to separate my truth from theirs.
Like my mutable sign, my attitudes will always adjust to the tune of the changing environment. I don’t wind surf on the waves of North Shore but surfing the internet is as close to taking sides. The battle is trying to find the part of me that cares.
These are my platitudes as expressed via an online journal composed by a simple person, a novice writer and a powerful influence to my small public. I care about making a difference in the world no matter what attitude this blogger has to offer and share. So there! Nyah!
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Wednesday March 8, 2006 – 01:36pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=81
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