Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just a little nonsensical these days, what with the never-ending winter, turning forty, etc. and so on. Whatever the explanation, something's in the air, and I'm taking on whole new rebel lovin' obsession!
Sidenote: (I am, on average, a pretty conservative gal. I am (usually) content with my role as housewife (only occasionally
Desperate!) and mother of four and find joy (most of the time) in the simple pleasures afforded by the luxury of staying home and caring for my ever-growing brood...)
Lately...however, the words to "Satisfaction" echo through my head complete with high notes and visions of half smiles...and I have found myself drawn to my computer, (specifically to YouTube) typing in the name A D A M
L A M B E R T...
You know who I'm talking about, don't you...? The absolutely stunning, blue-eyed, eye-lined, black nailed, ring adorned, sleek leather jacket donned, multi-range, belting sensation that has me riveted to my TV every week tuning into the most exciting season of American Idol since season four...
when I met Constantine...
(I have a history)
Once again I find myself attempting to take an introspective look at myself and question why I cannot simply "enjoy" something. I hurdle average levels of interest and propel my greater-than-normal fixation right into a realm of complete oblivion to all but the object of my obsession.
If this is, in fact, a crisis seeped with insecurities about reaching the middle of my life, I must say... at least my current obsession is safely tucked into a flat screen hanging on my wall and not taking the form of a dangerously fast automobile or two-wheeled "death cycle." Am I right?
(Gotta go--my favorite spiky-haired, gothic-inspired genius of a musical artist is about to make his entrance!)
