Becoming A Child

When I have kids, I want to read them Winnie the Pooh, Doctor Seuss, and laugh at Garfield and Snoopy cartoons.
I want them to watch Scooby-Doo and Looney Tunes reruns.

I want the books now. To read them now.
How is it that these children’s stories have so much insight?
Lessons we must relearn once we’re old enough to remember the wisdom of children.

Why do we discount the childlike wonder? As if the childish behavior makes it null and void.
It doesn’t.
It gives us the strength to grow into patience and joy and empathy as we focus on the childlike. As we purge ourselves of the childishness.

I want to discover how to become a child so that by the time I have children, I am a good person. A good parent. A good guide for a little life. The real version of myself, truly living. For myself and the people in my life.

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Rafiki Is Species Confused

Rafiki is kinda like the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo.

Isn’t actually a real thing!

Yep, that’s right.

Same for Rafiki.

 

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He calls himself a Baboon in the movie, but we all know he ain’t a baboon. Have you googled a picture of a baboon?

It ain’t him!

Many people think he’s a mandrill, but he isn’t exactly 100% that one either.

 

Apparently, Disney was like, “yo – let’s take a baboon and a mandrill and just SMASH THEM TOGETHER to make one awesome looking something. Then give it a stick, and have it beat up a lion. Throw in some sass and psychic mojo and *BOOM*, sold.

Which, you know, totally works. Who doesn’t love Rafiki?

Anywho – if any of you are wondering about mandrills, baboons, or Rafiki…. here’s some info and pictures (sources at the bottom).

 

WHAT IS A MANDRILL?

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In the wild, mandrills typically live for about twenty years. I think Rafiki is supposed to be a little older than this in the movie. I dunno. *shrug* I think he’s still the same age in all the other Lion King movies too. (I’ve only watched the original Lion King movie. I’m not big on Disney movie sequels.)

OH – and get this. See the mandrill up there baring its ginormous jaws of death? They do that to say hi to friends. Like a freaking wave. If someone waved at me like that, I’d taser them.

 

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These babies are the largest monkies in existence. Pretty cool. Also pretty creepy, but hey, they’ve gotta survive, right?

Personally, I think Simba is nuts. If I saw one of these coming at me with a stick I’d scream and run.

In reality, mandrills are actually really shy. So, like me, they’re hermits, apparently. Who knew. Maybe I need to be living in a tree and following around a lion cub. I could do the swinging sticks at peoples’ heads thing.

 

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They uh, they eat leaves. I mean, they eat other things too. Nuts, reptiles, berries, etc.

How does one fill up on leaves?

Get this though. They store food in their cheeks! Literally. They have little built-in pouches in their cheeks! They’re like squirrels. Only much bigger and a lot furrier. With bigger teeth.

 

WHAT IS A BABOON?

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Baboons live up to thirty years in the wild, which is probably closer to Rafiki’s age. Unless he’s immortal. I could totally see that.

 

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They are really social mammals and live in troops filled with up to one hundred baboons.

 

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This little guy looks like he needs a hug.

They live in Africa and Arabia and apparently drive crop growers nuts, as they eat them… The crops, not the people.

They will also eat sheep, antelope, birds, fruits, seeds, etc. They’re a really destructive animal in Africa. Apparently, they’re a bunch of little punks.

 

RAFIKI QUOTES

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Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it.

Wise words.

 

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Rafiki Sings, “Asante sana Squash banana, Wewe nugu Mimi”

Simba: Enough already! What’s that supposed to mean, anyway?

Rafiki: It means you’re a baboon… and I’m not.

There is apparently a large number of people seeing perverted things in Disney movies. One of the issues is what the song means that Rafiki sings. So Disney came out and said, it means:

“Thank you very much. Squash banana. You’re a baboon and I’m not.”

You remember things like this happening right? Like people who think it also spells out ‘sex’ in the clouds when Simba is stargazing with Timon and Pumba. Disney says it spells out ‘sfx’ after the film’s art and special effects department. Who knows.

 

Simba: I think you’re a little confused.

Rafiki: Wrong! I’m not the one who’s confused. You don’t even know who you are!

 

Are you confused?

 

 

SOURCES

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/m/mandrill/?user.testname=lazyloading:1

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/group/baboons/?user.testname=lazyloading:1

https://a-z-animals.com/animals/mandrill/

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110357/characters/nm0347039

https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/bananacrama/

https://www.quora.com/Does-Rafikis-chant-Asante-sana-squash-banana-wewe-nugu-mimi-hapana-from-The-Lion-King-actually-mean-anything

https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/the-lion-king/

Things I’ve Learned From Some of My Favorite TV Shows

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Lessons Learned from Scooby-Doo:

Don’t split up.

If you play video games too long, you’re going to turn into a zombie.

Werewolves are actually green.

If dogs could talk, life would be a lot more interesting.

 

 

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Lessons Learned from X-Files:

If there wasn’t something to see here, there wouldn’t be security guards making sure no one saw anything.

Persistence gets you somewhere. (I’m not entirely sure where or if you’ll like it, but it’ll get you there.)

Some aliens are really freaking short.

 

 

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Lessons Learned from Bones:

A human being can be both extremely intelligent and simultaneously common-sense-challenged.

Ice bullets don’t work. Blood bullets do!

Don’t take pregnancy tests at work.

Just because someone is in a coffin, doesn’t actually mean they’re dead.

 

I Don’t Really Have a Title Today

I don’t like old movies. So sue me!

They seem really cheesy to me. I try really hard to like them, I do. I go into it wanting to like it. Just not in the cards. I mean, I haven’t seen all the old movies I’d like to try. I’d love to rent old creature features and see if I like those. Some old horror movies I hear are better than the current ones, and not cheesy in acting or special features.

 

Which is weird considering I love “The Librarians”, a totally cheesy tv show. Although, it doesn’t have the same atmosphere as old movies and shows. Perhaps that’s it.

*shrug*

 

My favorite tv shows:

Bones

Criminal Minds

NCIS

NCIS New Orleans

The Librarians

Scooby-Doo

 

I am uber, crazy, probably psychotically, picky. So if I don’t absolutely love a movie, book, song, or tv show, then eh.

 

I’m supposed to be working on a birthday card right now. And I had something else to blog on, but I’m feeling too  hemmed in with structure on my blog at current.

So I’m kicking that to the curb.

 

Sometimes putting pen to paper is the only thing that can calm the torment in my soul. Siphon the pain in my head and chest and splash it across the lines in such a way that, for a little while, I am released of its absolute control.

Sometimes its the only thing that can sop up the misery.

Perhaps that’s why I don’t often write about the things which make me happy. I want to soak in those feelings, not give them away to ink.

 

I think your favorite anything can tell a person a lot about you. For instance, I’m pretty sure that list of my favorite tv shows says something about me. I’m just not sure what. I can’t pick favorites with a lot of things. Like movies and music and books. It depends on my mood and where I’m at in my life. It changes too often to really try to pin down, day to day. Besides, there are too many. I’d just have to list them all. And then I’d want to edit the list every five minutes.

 

(I finished that birthday card before finishing this post, by the way.)

 

What are your favorite tv shows? Can you pick favorites for things like books, movies, songs?

Why a Writer? Daphne through the Shadows

 

My friend recently asked me how I decided to become a writer.

I’ve had different answers for that at different times. All of which are true, still.

 

The first thing I thought of was this post, which I wrote two years ago:

Why I Write

 

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It amazes me how much I’ve changed. That post was messy in so many ways. But the basis of the post – those three reasons – hold true. So if you want the answer (or for this post to make sense), go read it. Don’t worry, its short. And if you want to scroll down and just read the three reasons, that’s all you need.

But there’s more to it than that. It’s deeper. Even messier – just, in a different way. More complicated.

If there’s one thing therapy is showing me, it’s how I’ve hidden myself… from myself. It’s kind of like waking up. I’m finding out more about myself moment to moment.

One of the things I’ve learned is how I belittle and cheapen myself to keep truth from feeling so real. I laughed and used humor and made sure nothing really reached my heart – or anyone else’s.

Causes me to come off as air-headed and clueless. Basically, superficial and naive.

It’s a misrepresentation of who I am. For one, I’m a lot darker than I let on. Yes, I’m also the opposite – I watch Scooby-Doo reruns and get giddy over donuts. 😉

I’m happy but I struggle with depression. No one exists in singularity.

My tendency to gloss things over is fake. Happiness and strangeness is not. So that part’s not been fake, I assure you. I just don’t show the darkness or ugliness.

And let’s get something straight. Darkness and depression are two different things. I suppose I’ve been hiding both.

Darkness is balanced by light, and when I stop trying to suppress a certain part of myself, I remember that.

It’s strange to be around so many people and to feel unknown. Stranger yet to feel unknown by myself.

But I’m working on it. I’m finding the more I find, the more joy creeps into my life. Being whole tends to do that.

Any who – back to the question.

 

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How did I decide to be a writer?

I don’t really have a precise answer. I remember being upset and watching the roof of the car, the stars of the early morning sky, and curling up on my side, wishing I was somewhere else. I’d detach and *poof* I’d imagine the most ridiculously amazing things. I was always in my head, somewhere existing beyond reason and rules.

I painted reality with my own overlay of life and vibrancy, beauty and thrills.

I grew up this way. I got upset, felt uncomfortable, got bored, wanted more – I went somewhere else in my head. As a result, I don’t ever remember actually being bored.

I think it simply grew within me as I grew. I remember wanting to be a writer in kindergarten. I don’t really remember much before then at all, except for times I’d imagine myself away.

So it makes the most sense to me, for me to say, I decided to become a writer before I even knew I’d decided. I was really young. That’s all I know. There wasn’t a precise day where I said, “I want to be a writer” and the decision was made and my life was forever changed. No one person or situation inspired me. Nothing suddenly triggered it.

Instead, it just always was. I don’t think I ever really stopped and went, ‘huh, I want to be a writer’.

I just knew I did and I wrote.

 

 

When did you become aware of who you were and what you wanted to become?

Do you hide parts of who you are from yourself or others?

 

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4 Rules to Follow in Order to Stay Alive on Halloween

Okay I love Halloween, a.k.a. Samhain, so I figured I’d round up some ways to stay alive (and keep all your body parts) on this fine night.

 

Although technically, it’s three nights. Samhain (the origins of Halloween) is:

December 30th – the end of the ancient Celts’ year

December 31st – the in between day

November 1st – the beginning of their new year

So if you really love Halloween, you can technically drag it out. Because I totally don’t do that.

 

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Now let’s get onto how to survive.

(And if you’re one of the people reading this thinking to yourself, “Halloween is over, move forward” or “what are you doing?”…. don’t make me stab you.)

*ahem*

 

Life Saving Rules:

  1. Wear a costume!

Why? It keeps you safe from other creatures that would love to rip your intestines out and use your toenail as a toothpick. That’s actually how the costume wearing started – blending in for your own safety.

  1. Hand out candy.

At least for a little while. That way no one will be tempted to set your house on fire. Er-egg your house. Yeah, that’s what they’ll be trying to do. *can of gasoline falls out of my hands*

  1. Don’t blow your Jack O’ Lantern out.

Or someone will stab you. With a broken lollipop. In the neck. And then cut you up and hang you around your own lawn because I totally didn’t steal this one from the movie and also didn’t ruin the beginning for anyone who hasn’t seen it.

  1. Always check your candy.

I remember, since the time I was a munchkin, I’d trick or treat, come home, dump my candy out on the ground and check it. Why? Because razors, poison, and mean people. Duh! Did I mention chocolate gremlins? You never know! *creepy eyes*

 

And in the case that you find yourself in a horror movie, here are a few random rules to follow (it could happen!):

  1. Do NOT be blonde.
  2. Do not be busty.
  3. Take OFF your high heels before you run.
  4. Pay attention to the ground while running.
  5. If you do trip, do not lay on the ground and wail and/or stare at the ax murderer coming your way. Get up and run!
  6. Do not call out, “hello? Is anyone there?” Yes! There’s someone there. And they want to find and kill you. And guess what? You just helped them with the finding part.
  7. If you end up stranded, get a flat tire, or run out of gas, DO NOT, I repeat, do not, go look for help in the creepy, empty, bleak house. Just don’t do it.
  8. And just in case you missed every episode of Scooby-Doo ever, do NOT split up.

 

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What Halloween rules have you been told since you were or a child? Or which ones do you like?

Have you ever been in a horror movie? 😉 Are there any dorky horror movie rules that you absolutely love that I didn’t add?

Did you have fun on Halloween?

And last but not least – did you stay alive and in one piece on Halloween? Or is this your ghost?