The Tumbleweeds are together again, woohoo!
After a week apart, in which Himself and Jas trucked along without me and I spent time with family in Florida, our little Tumbleweed clan is whole once more. It's nice to be in charge again, or rather have the illusion of being in charge again.
As much as I hate to admit it, I am more Bert than Ernie. You know how Ernie's all laid back and fun to be around and walks around with a banana in his ear, while Bert and his unibrow have fun organizing a paper clip collection and worries about Ernie's mental health as Ernie walks around with a banana in his ear? Yeah, that's me. Minus the unibrow.
I can hide my Bert-ness most of the time, (if you know me in real life: shut up, yes I can!), but take me out of my own world and plunge me into life surrounded by hordes of people, then the unibrow comes out and I need order. And by hordes of people I mean anyone other than me.
Now that I'm 40 and therefore wise *cough* I try to be more accepting of who I am and less focused on what I'm not. For example, I will never again go into any job that involves selling anything. I'm not good with people in general and I'm even worse at selling stuff to them.
Here's a question though: How does one stay true to oneself while at the same time not be an jerk? Maybe that's harsh, but I can really be a pain. Sometimes even I don't like being around me. Does Bert ever feel this way, I wonder?
Maybe I'm being unfair. I don't think there's anything wrong with Bert. After all, I bet he's the one that pays the rent and buys toilet paper. And it is frustrating to talk to someone with a banana in his ear. He probably doesn't cuss like a sailor or get mad at the speed of light and stomp off in a fit of anger and put everyone on edge, but then again he is two years older than me. Maybe there's hope after all.
Enough about me. Here are some pictures:
|I went four-wheeling with my dad in the woods|
north of Jacksonville. I'm always amazed at
how crowded with green Florida is. Such a
contrast to Wyoming.
PS Next time on Confessions of a Tumbleweed, there will be more tumbleweeding and less confessions, I promise.
PPS Also, this was not a cry for help or a subversive tactic to get you to tell me that I'm not really all that bad. In fact, I am hereby banning anyone to say anything nice about me.
PPPS Also, Bert and Ernie are not gay; they are only muppets who happen to share a bedroom. Bert has kind of thing for pigeons anyway.