Wow what does this say about me?

As my five readers know, I prefer to handle any ailments I have holistically. So, here is another example of me doing so. I have been feeling restless along with other random emotions and felt that what I needed was to make myself feel better. Now before your mind goes into the gutter, it was not that kind of "feel good" I was looking for. I have been listening to more upbeat music and reading upbeat articles but those are just fillers. As everyone knows the bulk of our emotional gathering is through television. So here recently I realized what I have chosen to watch and make myself feel better is quite odd.

 

I have been watching a lot of Golden Girls and Supernatural. Now if I were Frasier Crane (another show I have been watching a lot of) I would attempt to self-analyze to see where my emotional deficit was and why it was there in the first place. First, the Golden Girls. I watch the show because I love it, I like the humor, the dynamics of the characters and because I own all seven seasons on DVD. Somehow these lovable characters soothe me and make me feel like the world is still a place where good people live. When I want an aawww moment I watch Cats 101...but I digress (as Sophia would say). So perhaps I like this show because the older women comfort me as I feel I too am getting old. I am starting to feel my oats, as they say, and perhaps these women offer me hope that getting older doesn't mean lying down and dying.

 

Having said that, then there is the show Supernatural that I am also watching a lot of here lately. Now I can get into the fact that this show plays to my witchy ways; or that I enjoy it because I like the mystery of the story lines or even that I enjoy the back and forth jabs between brothers. But let's be honest here...Jensen Ackles (Dean) is hot. Ok! The man is beautiful. Now I don't usually go gaga over Hollywood guys because, well, what's the point? It's not like have a snowball chance in hell of ever meeting these guys so when I see attractive men on screen I enjoy the eye candy but not a whole lot more. Jensen on the other hand...oh mama. I have dreams about this guy...nice dreams...hot dreams...dreams, well you get the point. Anyway, I have elected to keep my fantasy man to myself and not divulge this info to the hubby. Of course I don't mind making this public knowledge. Strange. I find myself hiding this fantasy from the hubby not the the world. What does that say about me?

 

Moving on, I sitting here in my room at seven at night and it's raining. Now this is a good thing because we so desperately need the water but the wind is here too; and as I sit here writing the howling of the wind makes an unnerving sound. Has anyone seen Return of the living dead? Come on don't be shy, raise your hand. Well, I have. The wind pushing past my window sounds like the low moaning of the zombies. Spooky, right? I am alone, writing by only the back light of my computer and with this sound coming from outside. The house is quiet. My cat is no where to be found so I am truly alone. Ok I really need to stop writing crap like this.

 

I am trying to get some sleep later on and am still listening to those darn sleep hypnosis CDs. This new and fun thought creeping in my head will not help that. Why do I feel like I need a Twinkie now (a nod to Zombieland)?Well, now that I've had my "dear diary" moment I need to be off to bed. I will prep the coffee for tomorrow morning and hope the daylight doesn't bring any brain hungry zombies to my door.

 

Until next time...