Depression Talk

My life is one that is very full of children, all of whom belong to other people. I make it a point to never mention my insanity to small children for a few reasons, one being that I’m not sure how to say “Sweetie, your Auntie is a fucking nutjob sometimes and during those times you are going to want to RUN. Fast. In another direction. For a long time.” I just don’t think the young ‘uns can handle that sort of information, and so I try not to give it out.

I do worry about the effect that having a crazy person near you can have while you’re growing and developing, but there will always be the nature/nurture debate and I don’t think any of us will ever have that one figured out.

Feet is one of my ‘things’ and I really detest feet. Sandal weather makes my skin crawl and if a person is going to put their feet anywhere near my person, it had better be to kick a rabid raccoon out of my vicinity and for no other reason than that. Sometimes feet make me want to vomit and other times I just want to put my hands over my ears and curl up into the fetal position. I once dated someone who thought this was funny and who would spend time putting his feet near my feet — which is the ultimate double-whammy — and you know what happened to him? I’d love to tell you but then several people might end up in jail and if they ever do find the body, I don’t want it to be because of a post on my blog.

My mother tends to like feet, particularly the type that are attached to rolly-polly babies who gigle when you tickle them. My mother and I were visiting my neice this weekend and at eighteen months old, she has already decided that no person shall ever come into contact with her feet. If you try to tickle her feet, or touch them in any way, she curls them up and hides them from your reach and I have to say WAY TO BE, BABY!

This discovery made me so deliriously happy over the weekend for a variety of reasons, the primary one being that at eighteen months of age, she can’t have already been influenced by my insane presence in her life.

Long live the feet-haters, I say. I’m sure this will be one more thing for my neice and I to bond over in years to come, and if insanity can bring about bonding, why the hell not?