Friday, February 26, 2010

The Wildest Thing

This morning I woke up fierce. It's always dangerous when this happens. On fierce days I reach for my Ani DiFranco CD, wear black lace, and pretty much tell the world to "piss off." Today I even considered downing the rest of last night's leftover wine that had been sitting out on the counter all night. I thought better of it when I reasoned that I was off to work in a few minutes and would rather be in trouble there for something more satisfying instead of for having had a half glass of stale wine. Plus, though wine and coffee is a pretty rock-n-roll way to start the morning, I have to admit that my 30 something-year-old stomach blanched at the thought of mixing the two. On top of that, there was the bet that the cat may or may not have stuck his head in glass during the night, as he is known to do to various open-mouthed glasses. I was unwilling to lose that bet.

Anyway, fierce days remind me of something that I know is in the core of who I am - that part that can be willed to break free from responsibility (Revolution Now!), the one that asks, "what if I..?" followed by, "Damn the consequence!"

I've never been a wild person, as my outward nature probably indicates. I mean I've done my share of skinny dipping, pyramid climbing, and pith helmet wearing, and my passport could tell the story of many adventuresome days, as could many concert ticket stubs and cigarette butts. But honestly, those things don't seem particularly wild, and at the end of the day I'm still the girl who snuck out of her house once but left a note detailing where I would be in case my mother came in to check on me.

I never fully embrace the fierce. I imagine myself reaching for my combat boots sometimes and daydreaming about a place where poetry meets impurity.. (I can tell you what it looks like and also how it smells)..but I always, in the end, throw on sensible heels and expectation. Part of me really hates that - the suppression - and wants to blur the line, but ..

This post was inspired by the Loose Bloggers Consortium, a small and feisty(!) global community. We write weekly on a common topic (The Wildest Thing I've Done in my Youth, this week) and post responses - all of us together, simultaneously, from all over the world. (Lovely!) Please visit Anu, Conrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Judy, Magpie 11, Maria and Ramana for other wonderful posts.

13 comments:

happyfunpants said...

MY goodness I love the way you write! :)

Thanks for the great words this morning.

-From someone who is way more of a wuss than anyone else I've ever met.

Rummuser said...

Pleased to meet a nice person Ginger. You must be a treat to meet in person too!

Grannymar said...

I was never a wild child either, but I am sure making up for it now!

gaelikaa said...

I think you are just great the way you are.

This is a great blog. I just love coming over here!

Conrad said...

Ginger, I get the feeling that there would be a lot of fierce available if you wanted to tap it! You just happen to have a conscience, LOL.

Your descriptions of some things are just fantastic. I particularly like that comment about "I imagine myself reaching for my combat boots sometimes and daydreaming about a place where poetry meets impurity.. (I can tell you what it looks like and also how it smells)..but I always, in the end, throw on sensible heels and expectation." That is a marvelous description!

Ginger said...

Anne (Love) - Whatever. you are so not a wuss! Dude. I seriously miss you.

Rummuser - You're nice, too! :) I'm glad our paths are crossing..

Grannymar - Oh, I hope I can say that too, someday!

Gaelikaa - Thank you. you are lovely!!

Conrad - As always you edify me and make me laugh! :) Thank you.

Christine said...

you still kick my ass in the guts department

Christine said...

The way that comment got posted makes it look like I said you 'kick my ass in the guts.' I never did do well in biology, but I'm not sure that's possible. What it is, though, is really funny. Especially at 1am after a twelve-hour day.

Ginger said...

Ok Christine. That would have to be a pretty hard kick - to kick your ass guts. Oh Yuck. I can't erase the image now!! seared into the brain! going to need a shrink! blech!

Oh, and whatever. You're pretty bold, too.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like you are a "WILD and CRAZY" woman!

The Daily Dose said...

I've been waking up in moods like too-but mostly because I hate my job. Ani Difranco is pretty good for that. Drive to work, scream out "Untouchable Face" (it's a good excuse to drop the f-bomb), and eventually make it to work feeling a tiny bit okay. I say, Bring out the Wild Child every now and then, it's good for the soul! woohoo! ;)

Teresha@Marlie and Me said...

I know exactly what you mean. My rebel hall of fame moments consist of sneaking a wine cooler from the fridge and putting on lipstick when I got to school. Some of us were just meant to be responsible and care.

another great post!

Geluk said...

My 'naughty girl' and 'good girl' have been in furious conversation with each other just recently. (Fortunately I've been able to keep my 'bad girl' under wraps.) Fortunately my 'good girl' seems to be winning the debate:) I like my 'good girl' - she keeps me out of trouble.

Friday, February 26, 2010

The Wildest Thing

This morning I woke up fierce. It's always dangerous when this happens. On fierce days I reach for my Ani DiFranco CD, wear black lace, and pretty much tell the world to "piss off." Today I even considered downing the rest of last night's leftover wine that had been sitting out on the counter all night. I thought better of it when I reasoned that I was off to work in a few minutes and would rather be in trouble there for something more satisfying instead of for having had a half glass of stale wine. Plus, though wine and coffee is a pretty rock-n-roll way to start the morning, I have to admit that my 30 something-year-old stomach blanched at the thought of mixing the two. On top of that, there was the bet that the cat may or may not have stuck his head in glass during the night, as he is known to do to various open-mouthed glasses. I was unwilling to lose that bet.

Anyway, fierce days remind me of something that I know is in the core of who I am - that part that can be willed to break free from responsibility (Revolution Now!), the one that asks, "what if I..?" followed by, "Damn the consequence!"

I've never been a wild person, as my outward nature probably indicates. I mean I've done my share of skinny dipping, pyramid climbing, and pith helmet wearing, and my passport could tell the story of many adventuresome days, as could many concert ticket stubs and cigarette butts. But honestly, those things don't seem particularly wild, and at the end of the day I'm still the girl who snuck out of her house once but left a note detailing where I would be in case my mother came in to check on me.

I never fully embrace the fierce. I imagine myself reaching for my combat boots sometimes and daydreaming about a place where poetry meets impurity.. (I can tell you what it looks like and also how it smells)..but I always, in the end, throw on sensible heels and expectation. Part of me really hates that - the suppression - and wants to blur the line, but ..

This post was inspired by the Loose Bloggers Consortium, a small and feisty(!) global community. We write weekly on a common topic (The Wildest Thing I've Done in my Youth, this week) and post responses - all of us together, simultaneously, from all over the world. (Lovely!) Please visit Anu, Conrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Judy, Magpie 11, Maria and Ramana for other wonderful posts.

13 comments:

happyfunpants said...

MY goodness I love the way you write! :)

Thanks for the great words this morning.

-From someone who is way more of a wuss than anyone else I've ever met.

Rummuser said...

Pleased to meet a nice person Ginger. You must be a treat to meet in person too!

Grannymar said...

I was never a wild child either, but I am sure making up for it now!

gaelikaa said...

I think you are just great the way you are.

This is a great blog. I just love coming over here!

Conrad said...

Ginger, I get the feeling that there would be a lot of fierce available if you wanted to tap it! You just happen to have a conscience, LOL.

Your descriptions of some things are just fantastic. I particularly like that comment about "I imagine myself reaching for my combat boots sometimes and daydreaming about a place where poetry meets impurity.. (I can tell you what it looks like and also how it smells)..but I always, in the end, throw on sensible heels and expectation." That is a marvelous description!

Ginger said...

Anne (Love) - Whatever. you are so not a wuss! Dude. I seriously miss you.

Rummuser - You're nice, too! :) I'm glad our paths are crossing..

Grannymar - Oh, I hope I can say that too, someday!

Gaelikaa - Thank you. you are lovely!!

Conrad - As always you edify me and make me laugh! :) Thank you.

Christine said...

you still kick my ass in the guts department

Christine said...

The way that comment got posted makes it look like I said you 'kick my ass in the guts.' I never did do well in biology, but I'm not sure that's possible. What it is, though, is really funny. Especially at 1am after a twelve-hour day.

Ginger said...

Ok Christine. That would have to be a pretty hard kick - to kick your ass guts. Oh Yuck. I can't erase the image now!! seared into the brain! going to need a shrink! blech!

Oh, and whatever. You're pretty bold, too.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like you are a "WILD and CRAZY" woman!

The Daily Dose said...

I've been waking up in moods like too-but mostly because I hate my job. Ani Difranco is pretty good for that. Drive to work, scream out "Untouchable Face" (it's a good excuse to drop the f-bomb), and eventually make it to work feeling a tiny bit okay. I say, Bring out the Wild Child every now and then, it's good for the soul! woohoo! ;)

Teresha@Marlie and Me said...

I know exactly what you mean. My rebel hall of fame moments consist of sneaking a wine cooler from the fridge and putting on lipstick when I got to school. Some of us were just meant to be responsible and care.

another great post!

Geluk said...

My 'naughty girl' and 'good girl' have been in furious conversation with each other just recently. (Fortunately I've been able to keep my 'bad girl' under wraps.) Fortunately my 'good girl' seems to be winning the debate:) I like my 'good girl' - she keeps me out of trouble.