Reflections on a Watermelon Pickle

I think this is the name of a book that I read one time.

I am at Top Pot right now and I really need to be doing work, but I thought I'd post a few random thoughts on this baby first.

I am out of my "not interested in having anything to do with boys" phase and into the "I really want companionship, physical proximity, and boy friendship/attention/obligation" phase. I am so weird. I think there are a few reasons for this.

1) It's spring, so every time I see couples, instead of barfing or not caring, I want to emulate them and their seemingly blissful bliss. Evolutionarily speaking, I am basically in "mating mode" during this time of year. Let's just call this MM for my sake. I have observed this MM phenomenon for the past few years, even when I was in a serious relationship. You see, I seem to think that EVERYONE is attractive in some way in the springtime. And really, maybe I just like to chalk it up to evolution so I don't feel so pathetic. Can anyone back me up on this? Chicks are born in the spring, little baby bunnies are in holes in the ground, kittens are coming out of the cracks like crazy. Every animal is mating! It must be some kind of mechanism in the most basic, fundamental parts of our brain stems that produces this need to...partner. Ha, while typing this, I am reminded of a time when (woah, I sound like I'm 100 years old) I told someone, "I'm like a whale, I only mate once." Ha. Gosh, I can pull some funny ones out at the weirdest times. I swear, in the spring, my MM comes out full force!

2) This is around the time of year when I first fell in love. I know, let's get a collective "Awww." It's true. April/Mayish were the months that I started to fall for my first boyfriend, so (as I learned in my sophomore year of college) the importance of this is that sometimes, certain times of the year or particular phases of life can spark an almost...remembrance of or behavioral change that may mirror other times (whether good or bad) in one's life. For example, if the mother of a seventeen-year-old boy was in a really terrible, life-altering car accident when she, herself was seventeen, she may suddenly act strangely (and ususally, this is inadvertant) toward her son's driving behavior because the approach and arrival of his age suddenly and unconsciously sparks the memory of her accident in her. You see what I'm saying? Yeah, it's definitely something to think about. Especially with times of the year or seasons. Certain seasons may remind you of a particular time in your life that was wonderful or horrific, and every time the season recurs, it may spark the memory of that time for you. This just brings me to a conclusion that has nothing to do with the original intent of this post: The brain is amazing.

Okay, so I think it's going to be tomorrow when I post my birthday list. I think 10 days is ample time to pick up my present, then send it to me here in Seattle. I realize I may be a bit late this year, but grad school has really impeded me from updating and further developing my list. Especially since this year, I am happy when I can buy some expensive cheese from the grocery store. This is my splurging! (For those of you unfamiliar with this yearly ritual, I am being sarcastic. I really don't expect a present, but I like to say such things because I find it endlessly funny. I'm laughing on the inside.)

I gots to go, yo.