Frankly My Dear, It's Not That Bad
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Great balls of fire! Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me Sugar. (Cue music).
I have been auditioning for the role of Scarlett O'Hara around here lately. Even the littlest ol' things can command Academy award-winning performances if you add the right amount of drama. It's exhausting, but makes things more interesting.
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Fiddle-dee-dee! This is Rufus and my friend Roxanne collaborating to come to the rescue. I had car trouble. And left my house key with my car keys at the dealer.
I was on foot!
And locked out!
In the rain!
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Here are my friends and family waiting with baited breath to find out what's next! They're gathered round to listen as I share cogent, productive thoughts about how to solve my own problems: Economy, economy, economy, all this economy talk's spoiling the fun at every party this spring!
But the truth is that I'm no Vivien Leigh. I'm not even a Lucille Ball, who was among 128 Hollywood A-Listers of the 1930's who wanted but did not get the part. I daresay that the competition for the role of Lead Drama Queen in a contemporary personal biography is even more intense. No thank you.
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See, the Scarlett O'Hara thing is just a reflection of some part of me. It's a role I play when I lose perspective. Thankfully, it's easy enough to get perspective back. Those other photos are just figures in a doll house depicting Tara, but this one represents the real me. I'm the one with the creepy, vacant look on my face. Caught in some awkward situation, no one would ever hope to see themselves in.
But there I am. Do you see me? Above the fireplace? In the mirror? I'm the weirdo taking the picture.
Ah, perspective. That reflection of some part of me says, "Frankly my dear, things are not so bad."
These photos were taken at the Gone With The Wind Museum, Marietta, GA.
Ok, so things are not so bad which is exactly what I needed to hear right now as I try to plug away on my dissertation. Thanks! If Scarlett can rebound from the big war, I guess I can type a few pages of research.
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Scarlett might say the same thing in the opposite. Good luck with your dissertation - monumental task indeed, but you'll get through it. Thanks for taking a break here. :0
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Hahahah! I get all Scarlett O'Hara sometimes too. Thanks for the perspective ya weirdo.
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It's really not productive. Hope you never have to see yourself in a weird, unsuspecting place in order to get over yourself. Have a great day.
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So, wait. You don't want to be called "Sugar"?? I know. It's Sug-ah you probably like better.
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Scarlett doesn't want to be called Sugar. But I'll answer to it here.
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oh, sugar. i'm so relieved to read your reply to that last comment. yes, i see you there in the mirror. wearing that dress made out of the curtains. as for a post for my blog . . . well, fiddle-de-de. i'll just think about that tomorrah.
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You can call me Sugar anytime, Sugar. I have not worn a dress that looks like curtains since high school prom. But let's don't speak of that.
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At first I thought you were talking about the little girl, but now I see you in the mirror. I wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't pointed it out. That is an interesting perspective.
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I was actually kind of horrified to see myself there lurking there! It made me laugh. Hopefully the point is not too obscure.
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GWTW is my favorite movie and I have probably seen it at least ten times in the theatre. I will not watch it on tv altho' I have stopped & watched bits & pieces. I know the dialog so well and I love Scarlett. I found her wily but admirable. Why? She's a survivor and she's tough. She just didn't have any brains when it came to Ashley. He always drove me nuts but he was supposed to. Weren't the costumes magnificient?
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