Obsessions and Reality

hey salutations :)

Today has been just one of those days where I just feel like I need to just get away. Escape the drag day this one has become. I always think of how great a day will go for me and someone or something has to screw it up. ughh! whatever! To amuse myself I began watching some television. I seen previews for the next LA INK episode. I used to watch that show till that dirty little homewrecker stole Sandra Bullock's husband. Emphasis on stole and HUSBAND. I can't bring myself to watch it anymore. Men. silly fools some can be. Don't realize the treasure they have in their reach but rather go the distance to be with a tatted up scrawny whore :) I'm being polite. Anyways....

so I I'm watchiing this show called "My Collection Obsession" and these people really have lost their marbles. I seen from Vacuum collecting little boy to a grown-ass woman bleach blond hair who collects dolls. She spent a thousand dollars on what? A doll! I mean if I was rich and successful well then i guess I could afford to collect whatever I wanted. What shocked me most was that this woman around the age of around 50 took the life size doll around the age of 5yrs old out to the park. Not only did she strap the doll in a booster seat in the car but also pushed it along in a stoller in broad daylight! IN PUBLIC! LOL then if that doesnt surprise me she decided the doll needed her 1st pair of shoes and then proceedeed to spend $70 on a pair of high heel sandals. wow. She said it's to fill a void because she has a very nuturing nature. ok crazy doll lady lol but as weird as it seems to me I like to take away something positive from everything. It's inspiring how someone can devote themselves to just one specific thing that has no life in it. An object can hold such value to them and its crazy how we can develop such emotional attatchment to "stuff." The show continued and I seen a gay couple who had a massive Dolly Parton collection. I really like her despite mixed responses to her theatrical appearance and almost whimsical personality. I grew up listening to her music. I bet you didn't know that about me did ya?? Better believe it. I grew up listening to all the old classics. All i can remember was waking up on a sunday morning and running downstairs seeing my mom standing at the old wooden record player. The screen door was open and cool summery breeze found its way the room light only by sunlight. Off into the kitchen she would go and the room would fill with a soft crackle and upbeat music would start. A tiny little voice would fill the room. I remember looking at the record cover reading the words Dolly scribbled across it in cursive. I could remember thinkin wow this little skinny white woman can really sing and she had such a distinct sound. My favourite song I loved to listen to kinda went like this "how much is that doggy in the window, the one with the waggly tail, how much is that doggy in the window, i do hope that dog is for sale..." I dont remember much else lol. Enough of going down memory lane. What I was trying to say is I can somehow relate to these obsessiive people who attatch themselves to these objects and images. I too feel I have an obsession with memories and I find that I'm extremely sentimental. I like to cherish little remnants of the past. Wether its in photograph form, a dairy from when I was 10yrs old, a drawing from 5yrs old or even a subway transfer from my 1st ride on the subway. Ladies and Gents take the time to look around and cherish the moment because as much as would wish, no moment can last forever....

love y'all!

-Bonita