March 21, 2009

Gold Star

Filed under: Life

Shoney Bear, our obese, bowling pin shaped (I BELIEVE THIS MAKES HER A "PEAR" IN WOMAN SPEAK) rat chewed a hole in my wedding dress last October. (I WAS NOT AMUSED IN THE SLIGHTEST, CHONEY CHARK PARK, BUT I THINK WE CAN AGREE, ALL AROUND, THAT I TOOK THE WEDDING DRESS MUTILATION PRETTY WELL SEEING HOW YOU'RE STILL ALIVE AND NONE OF YOUR FUR WAS USED TO PATCH UP THE CHARK PARK PUNCTURE.)

And, I admit, there was a LOL! worthy element to the unexpected event, which is often the case when something DISASTROUS or STUPID or INFURIATING or ANNOYING happens in this house. (LOOK, WHEN YOU OUTLINE TO THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING THAT EXISTS WITHIN THAT YOUR PRIMARY LANGUAGE OF COMMUNICATION AND INTERACTION SHOULD ADHERE TO A STRICT "LOL!" CONTEXT ALMOST ALL OF YOUR DISASTROUS OR STUPID OR INFURIATING OR ANNOYING INSTANCES AND OCCASIONS CAN BE REDUCED DOWN TO SOME SORT OF "LOL!" ELEMENT MAKING THE DISASTROUS OR STUPID OR INFURIATING OR ANNOYING INSTANCES AND OCCASIONS JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE BEARABLE.)

(IT'S A SYSTEM THAT //WORKS//, YO.)

SCENE: The rats are out. I'm high, at the computer, wearing my wedding dress. It's October 28th and I'm testing some new seasonal perfume (Kincardine Maiden). Without thinking, I rest my wrist on my lap, on my dress. Perfume oil on wrist gets transferred to wedding dress material. Rats, needing people love, come and visit. Distracted by THE INTRANETZ I fail to realize the rats didn't come for people love, they came for perfume. Realization comes when Shoney moves, revealing burst fabric the size of an M&M. /END SCENE

(FOR THE RECORD, AGAIN, I WOULD LIKE TO DRAW ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT I, THE BRIDE WHOSE WEDDING DRESS WAS JUST RUINED, TOOK THE MASTICATION MISHAP WELL. EXCEPTIONALLY WELL. ALMOST, YOU COULD SAY, SUPERNATURALLY-DIVINELY-I-AM-ENLIGHTENED-NOW-FUCKERS! WELL.)

Despite being an EMOTIONALLY VIOLATE, HORMONALLY CHARGED AUTISTIC WOMAN WITH A REALLY FUCKING SHORT FUSE I was COOL WITH IT. (YOU NOTICED THAT, UNIVERSE, RIGHT? ...RIGHT? SURELY I GOT A GOLD STAR NEXT TO THE EVENT IN SOME SORT OF SPIRITUAL PROGRESS REPORT, RIGHT?)

Things break. They fall apart, they wear down, they succumb to use, abuse and life. Things evolve WITH YOU, and during that time you learn THE THING, ITSELF, WHILE V. V. V. SPECIAL, IS STILL, REALLY, JUST A THING and one of the most important lessons you can learn - at least if you're a shallow, superficial materialistic person like me WHO REALLY, REALLY LOVES //STUFF// AND REALLY, REALLY LOVES //HER STUFF// - is that IT'S NOT ABOUT THE THING, IT'S WHAT THE THING //REPRESENTS// that counts. (GOLD STAR, PLZ!)

(SOMEONE ONCE ATTRIBUTED SUCCESS IN RITUAL TO THE ITEMS USED. (LOL, SERIOUSLY.) THAT THE INTENT, ITSELF, WASN'T AS IMPORTANT AS THE SPECIFIED PROPS. (LOL, SERIOUSLY TIMES TWO.) THAT SUCCESS IN RITUAL WAS 60% DEPENDENT ON HAVING THE //EXACT// ITEMS CALLED FOR. (LOL, SERIOUSLY FOR SERIOUS SERIOUSNESS!)

So I was COOL WITH IT. (OKAY, MAYBE NOT "COOL WITH IT" IN A NONCHALANT SORT'VE WAY, BUT I MOST DEFINITELY ROLLED WITH THAT PARTICULAR PUNCH, EVEN IF A FUSSY FACE OR TWO WAS MADE IN THE PROCESS.) 2008's Wedding Dress Massacre was the final HARVEST NAIL in the HARVEST COFFIN and thanks to the previous HARVEST NAILS (our first reaping (1 & 2), giving Italics HARVEST HOME as a gift, finding an antique sickle, celebrating the season with locally grown produce) the schizophrenic pattern I'm always looking for was, for once, more than totally obvious.

The perfume I had randomly chosen to test? Kincardine Maiden? It was-is-was based on the concept of Scottish corn dollies, an indigenous harvest idol and symbol. By October 28th we had already reaped, gifted, sickled and feasted on the fruits of the year so the Kincardine Maiden hole was just a representation of completion - three days before the Old Woman's reign began on Halloween (Samhain).