Greetings to curiosity catchers,
I am a rag with sausage limbs which range between a peanut butter truffle to a cooked caramel color, glossy plastic eyes of black coffee matching my straight hair of yarn, and a stature shorter than Napoleon. If anyone saw such a creature, it might be me. But then, it might also be a ghost. What would I be doing in your part of the world? Like any personified pillow, I’m a shut-in who prefers butt sores over bruises. Arts over athletics. I’m also here to be uncomfortable; I try to do 2-3 uncomfortable things a year for myself. You can call it improvement or basic challenges for the introverted and uninteresting. One year it was living on the third floor, this year it is the idea of indirect attention. Virtual eyes sting just as harshly as real stares for me, so I’ll try being optimistic. It’s an opportunity to vent and catalogue my basket case brain.
All of my readers may have stumbled upon this page after a wrong click, except for one. The 1% of my readership is a respectable person; 98% have seen or know me in person and the last percent got here by accident or boredom. Are there people who browse the internet for any hidden gem sites? If so, what sites are out there?
Out of all the sites, my own will be my least favorite; it will only become cringe fuel for my future self. Be humbled, me! Face humiliation of your own creation in the future! It is only inevitable, and I only do this because time travel will not be open to the populace, as I am comforted knowing “you” (my future self) cannot slap “me.”
If I were to choose a version of myself to meet one day, say to the breaking of the laws of logic and time, I would want to meet the “me” who could fit inside a dishwasher. I remember fitting inside one once; I would like to remember the feeling again, so I would meet myself and watch as I climb into a dishwasher and then see if the door closes. Or better yet, I would temporarily switch bodies, so I could make a pillow fort and feel the satisfaction of being able to curl up to the size of a couch pillow.
Pillows have advanced incredibly well; in China, they were made of porcelain or straw, depending on class. Now, the average person can get one made of cotton, foam, or goose feathers. We can appreciate pillows much more after sleeping on cardboard; it’s not as bad as one would expect to sleep. I do suggest never sleep on your side, if you try. You really feel your own weight and bones when you sleep. It let’s you appreciate the cushion of your own butt; however, you also become aware of your back. It’s not straight when you sleep, especially if you sleep on your back.
While I am sleep deprived, I’ll bring us back to the point. Jellyfish Melodies will be created for one semester; I will have literary reviews, haikus, and book rambles. If my discomfort turns therapeutic, I might leave this blog up to continue my digressive thoughts and expand it as a personal blog.
Jellyfish Melodies 