You can misinterpret that in many ways –
Is it – Oh for the Love of Lizzie! as in an exclamation in some sort of frustration…
as in; (go with it here cue Klondike Bar music) what would you do ew eww oo for a Lizzie Cracked..(bar?) 😕
Going Dr Seuss ish;
I am Sam, Sam I am
do you like Lizzie Cracked with ham? … (spam maybe?)
would you eat her in a box
but I can see many, many things going wrong with that. :-0
Anyways the point is – I can’t really remember why I came up with the title, or where I was going with it, but I like it so I’m keeping it.
It was in my draft box which I often call my rejection bin – rejection for ejection. There usually isn’t much in it but I have had a few good ideas end up there lately just because I wasn’t feeling it. Normally I come up with whatever I come up with on the fly. Even the Mental Moments are whatever tickles me that day.
Sometimes, a title will just pop right into my head. Pop! And I have no clue where to go with it. In fact I can count on less than one hand the number of posts I wrote and then thought up a title.
Some of it is just dark stuff. I’ve been in a bit of a low spot and I don’t even want to read some of the stuff I wrote so I am certainly not going to torture you with it. It’s not like its bitter and hateful or full of obnoxious bad attitude – well there is that one…oh anyways,
It’s actually pretty profound deep thought stuff but it makes my head hurt. So I was sifting through the rif raf and I figured hey! why not. May be if I ramble on for a few thousand words it will come to me.
Or Not –
(Now would be a good time to place your bets). 🙂
Sometimes I have a really good idea of what I want to do with it and my brain is just too overloaded to form it – almost like not being able to paint the way my brain is showing it to me. Trying to pull a coherent read worthy post out of the chaos is just too much effort.
That usually happens when I am on a down slide. Then I just shut it off for a while. Or try to anyways. Retreat and try to sort it all out. If I can’t stop the storm, I go on overwhelm and then I forget to sort it out and things hit me from all different angles and I want to beat my head on the wall just to shut it up. Um..no not the voices. My whole head.
I like the voices, they keep me company... sorry just messing with you. Just a little cracked humor – hey let’s mess with folks and see what happens – hardy har har. 😀
Really though, you can get some good reactions out of people when they aren’t sure just how crazy you are and they have watched too many Law and Order episodes where the homicidal maniac was bipolar or schizophrenic or a plain old nutball. Never just a straight sociopath though have you noticed that? They never get the credit.
Anyways, back to what we were chatting about which still isn’t what it was meant to be but…I am committed now…(or ought to be?)
This is where, or that, I should say… (up there, the head on the wall frustration part) that is where I sometimes lose my footing and fall. When I get to that point. The nature of bipolar – two opposite extremes, there is a dark side and it’s not so bright down there. And I am afraid of the dark.
I hate going there, but sometimes I do and sometimes I can let go enough to go with it and ride it out and float instead of crash, and not go so far down before I can get back up. It’s a neat trick I learned this past year.
And I don’t beat myself up too much anymore for being how I am.
Which brings me to ….. hey! I got it. It was a question to myself!
The title – the thought, the original purpose. Yes!!
I was in a place recently where someone was putting stupid obstacles in the way of… being in my life.
And it dawned on me that these obstacles that weren’t even real was a statement that although this person loves me, they don’t love me enough.
When you love someone, you will climb mountains to be with them. You would rope the moon if that was the challenge put in your path to have something real together. At least you would try.
You don’t make up imaginary battlefields and excuses. If someone is saying “I love you…but” they are really saying… “I love you but not enough”
The answer was far enough, and a lot farther than what I was being shown.
Yea I have a pretty high standard and I have fought hard to say I really love who I am so maybe it’s possible that I would do more for a Lizzie Cracked (bar?) than anyone else but even bringing the bar down a bit – because I am not going to settle either….
He didn’t come close. And the answer for him is –
Nope – No Lizzie Cracked (bar?) FOR YOU!!!!!
You may love the Lizzie Cracked – you just don’t love her enough.
So that just leaves me with a question for you dear readers…. what would YOU do..
for a Klondike Bar? I was sick the day it was my turn and I really want one –
Related articles (still the wrong Lizzie but hey the name is in the Title)
- Lizzie I love you So much I have… (putthelotioninthebasket.wordpress.com)
- Thank You Lizzie (catwalkthreads.wordpress.com)
- ‘Lizzie and Sarah’: The darkest, most twisted comedy of all time? (dangerousminds.net)
- Fame & Fashion with Lizzie Olsen (marieclaire.com)
- Parallel Lives: A Social History of Lizzie A. Borden and Her Fall River by Michael Martins and Dennis A. Binette Sheds New Light on Lizzie Borden’s Life and Times (prweb.com)
- LIZZY BORDEN – “I Don’t Feel I Should Have To Compromise, But There’s A Price To Pay For That Way Of Thinking” (bravewords.com)