Monday, January 31, 2011
I've been allergic to cats for as long as I can remember. They would throw me into uncontrollable sneezing fits, making my eyes itchy and my throat dry. So naturally, I started to despise them, thinking everybody who owned one was a complete moron. I mean, beyond the allergies, why would anybody want to financially and emotionally take care of something that never gave back? My only experiences had been with cats that hissed, bit and clawed at me. Cats who hid when I entered the room, only vainly coming out to eat. I thought them selfish, mean; nothing like the loyal and affectionate dog I had owned during my childhood.
So when I moved out on my own, my childhood dog now long gone, I of course felt the intense need to adopt a pet. But, with my busy schedule and crazy work hours, the only animal beyond a hamster or a fish that would work for me was, you guessed it, a cat. As you can imagine, I teetered with this idea for quite some time, wondering if it was worth giving these despicable animals one last chance. I mean, beyond the great possibility I'd mimic the allergies of my childhood, I wondered if I would be able to mentally cope with such a egomaniacle being. I finally did though take the plunge, deciding to foster a cat named Bob. But don't get me wrong, it wasn't too much of a commitment at all. I was merely giving him a roof over his head while his animal group found him a forever home. And as I saw it, with this experience, I was about to reinforce and strengthen every belief I had about these animals. Unbelievably and almost immediately though, quite the opposite began to happen, which is truly when the craziness really started to begin.
The minute Bob the cat arrived and walked out of his crate, he immediately approached me, affectionately rubbing his whole body onto mine. And after he did this, the foster woman who had brought him to me almost collapsed to the floor in shock. She soon explained to me that Bob never, and she meant never ever, approached new people due to his past abuse. I was officially the first person he had shown affection to like this in his entire three year life span. She thought it simply amazing, telling me I must just be a cat person. I all but laughed at this notion, wondering if this woman was for real. I mean, she was calling me a cat person? The same person who had hated these disgusting creatures for most of my young life. Was she crazy? Turns out...she knew exactly what she was talking about because it didn't take long for this tiny black and white fur ball to become my world. Maybe it was how he sat with me for hours at a time or how he made a cold house warm again. We just began to form this unexplainable bond. One much different from what I had had with my childhood dog. Almost more respectful. And in addition, magically my allergies were nowhere in sight! Of course it wasn't all a fairytale. He had his moments of biting and scratching and being vain, but it suddenly didn't matter anymore.
Maybe he knew I had ultimately saved his life. Maybe I just got lucky with him. All I know is that today, I can no longer picture life without him. I'm not sure how it happened but I'm glad it did.
Friday, January 21, 2011
I hit a big birthday the other day. One I'd been dreading for almost ten years. I remember waking up around midnight, watching the clock slowly turn, wondering if suddenly I was going to feel the luxuries of youth slowly slipping from my body. And sadly, the only reason I had been fearing this day was simply because the world around me told me I should be. In retrospect, one could theorize that this fear of aging we all experience is really a decades old marketing ploy put into the works so that women and men alike would feel the desperate need to buy anti aging products when the timer of life told them so.
So what now? What does one do in a world where they've passed their youthful usefulness? You ask me, they should crack a smile and get ready to begin the real adventure. Getting older has been the best thing that ever happened to me. The younger me was selfish, hurtful, just inexperienced at life. I've spent years making stupid mistakes that I wish I could take back. But in turn, those same mistakes shaped me into the person I am today. And in my opinion, at this point in my life, I have tremendously more to offer this world. So to all those people who have big birthdays coming up. To those who think your place in this world will become a little less significant when you're forced to reveal your true age...I say just remember one thing. Remember that the number of years you've lived should only reflect how you've positively grown as a person. And the only reason you should feel ashamed of how old you are, is if you haven't changed at all.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
For years, I have been tantalized and taunted by my social circle's angry bird games and other jazzy applications. The lowest point so far had to be this past Christmas. Everybody, including my little thirteen year old brother, embarked on an iPhones only word play game. A game I obviously couldn't per take in do to my lack of "technology". It was just surreal...seeming like my very own family had turned into some cult of iPhone zombies, giggling at their screens, turning their noses up at those who only use their phones to make calls. You ask me, all this iPhone snobbishness... I think it's the new form of prejudice. Technology prejudice!
Well I'm tired of being left out, being embarrassed to take out my current phone as it anxiously vibrates in my purse. Tired of people looking at me with shock when they realize I don't have the iPhone. Wondering how I could possibly go on living. But why you ask can't I be one of the strong ones, like that guy at work who drives a Mercedes but pulls out his Motorola flip phone to make a call? My answer, because the thing is going to change my life! Yeah I said it...and I almost believe it.
The video calls to my oh-so-far-away family(not to mention being able to play that word game with them!) The picture and video mail. The thousands of old and new applications for any and all things. And the best part, it's the new form of bonding. Taking your iPhones out together is like having a jeep and waving to another jeep as you pass or like two smokers stepping outside for a cigarette. It's a way of connecting in more ways than one. You can bump your phones to share things, play games. The sky(or should I say cell tower) is really the limit.
So anyways, a month from today I should have that beautiful little gem in my hand. Maybe I'll even be typing this blog with it. Will I be a happier, better person? I'll let you know.