Emotions: How Do They Work?

I don’t know if it is all of the lovely comments I received on yesterday’s post, the fact that Le Clown tried to help my wasteland Facebook page last night, or the fact that I stopped killing people with fiber wire for a few days, but I am a tad bit… emotional.

First, I heard about this story this morning on the radio.

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If you are too lazy to read it, the gist of the story is that a principal gave two boys the option of holding hands for a while or suspension in response to their misconduct of fighting. I missed the first half of the story on the radio stating what the boys were in trouble for, so initially I couldn’t help but think, “Well that sounds like a punishment pulled right out of the homophobia jar”. It made me feel a bit dejected. Then I caught the full story and felt all merry and stuff. The boys were fighting. I believe that holding hands wasn’t a punishment, but  rather an opportunity to teach the kids a lesson of humanity. A kiss and make up kind of thing. Whether or not I am right or wrong, I will be running around with the can’t-we-all-just-get-along sentiment for the rest of the day.

Then, as if my eyes weren’t already swollen shut, the radio station announced an opportunity to see real snow here in south Louisiana where I am still wearing shorts and an ankle bracelet in the middle of December. Yes, they are apparently going to fill a part of town with “real” snow. I mean, I was wigging out with happy because of the snow on WordPress, but now they are manifesting the real stuff in the middle of my seventy-degrees-and-sunny town. The logistics of this event are still baffling my sensitive little mind, but who cares about logic when there is poorly frozen precipitation?

After I regained composure, and arrived to work right on time, then and only then did I promptly realize that my pants were ripped in a not so subtle area. It was too late to go home and change. Naturally. Sheer coincidence or life’s impeccable comedic timing? You tell me.

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Becca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.

Posted on December 4, 2012, in Humor, Opinion, Silly, work and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 136 Comments.

  1. Like you, I thought this was to be a recipe for homophobic disaster, but I like the idea. I have 4 boys myself and I am damn well going to use this! I’ll let you know how they go!

  2. I thought i was going to be cool one day and go commando unfortunately I had a terrible rip in my crotch/ass region of my pants and could not not walk to fast or sit down in any public manner. I had to do soem McGuyver shit to save the day Longs tory short dear try duct tape it fixe everything

  3. Phew – I’m glad you mentioned the WordPress snow – I was worried I have a virus on my machine OR brain tumor messing with my vision.

    I want snow – it’s too hot here in Tucson as well – but no announcement of real/fake snow…sigh…

  4. Hugh Laurie makes everything goooood.

  5. ” If you are too lazy to read it…”

    I was too lazy to read it, and I felt like I just got caught swiping cookies or something. 😦

  6. It’s nearly midnight here in warm, but rainy Ohio. Did you make it through the day without anyone messin’ with your ripped pants? Did you see the snow? Did you get all warm and fuzzy inside again? Report!

  7. I have an absolute canon of an arm. I’ll throw you some Boston snow. Keep on the lookout.

  8. Great article attached! Interesting method. And enjoy the snow! Will you jump in it with shorts on or actually get all dressed up??

  9. Snow. Oh snow. And being cold. I miss it. Some nights I crank my AC to really super fucking cold JUST so I can put a long sleeved shirt on.

  10. Sounds like the kinds of emotions only chocolate can cure.
    And beer.

  11. True story: I once ripped one of the pockets on my jeans on the ONE day I went commando because I hadn’t done laundry. Basically, I exposed my butthole to everyone.

  12. I can’t decide if you are happy or sad. You seem to be floating between crying out of happiness and crying out of sadness. I think you should not cry at all, but have a beer and know that you make me laugh almost every day!

  13. I once played an entire volleyball tournament with the crotch ripped on my board shorts. Some clear shipping tape and I was good to go. I still play in them. What? They’re comfy.

  14. Seriously! It’s still warm where you live? Look, let’s trade houses for a few months, cause I hate snow and if you like it so much: it’s snowing here, right now!

  15. SNOW! And you don’t even have to drive through it! Heavenly.

  16. This post was a nice way to kill some time while you take a break from participating in “Serial Killer Idol”, Becca.I enjoyed hearing about this alternative educational disciplinary method and its effect on your psyche.

    Will you be allowed to enjoy the snow while wearing an ankle bracelet? I still say you got a raw deal: those grannies had it coming…

    As for your ripped pants, if the Universe can’t fuck with you, then what’s the point of being All-powerful?

    • Haha you WOULD have me on house arrest for an incident involving elderly women.

      If the universe cannot fuck with me, I can not fuck with the universe back. So, I welcome it.

      As always, thanks for the loyal read.

  17. Enjoy your snow, Becca!
    And forget about the pants! 😀

  18. How could that “Take My Hand” song NOT make you cry!! Oh, my goodness! Good for you, miss cutie, to share this with us. Can I be your friend on FB?

  19. Enjoy the fake-ish snow! I hate the real thing up here, but fortunately it’s almost 60 degrees here today, so no danger of it today. As for the punishment of holding hands, I think it’s a very nice idea in theory, hopefully it works in practice! Sorry about your pants, I hope you can find a safety pin or something. I suppose it’s not in an area you can staple.

  20. Ripped pants will probably get you a raise. Either a) management will be totally turned on or b) management will believe they pay you such a shitty wage that you are incapable of clothing yourself. Either way, you get a raise!

  21. When life hands you ripped pants, make lemonade. Drink it, and find a safety pin. They make it snow in Florida, but it looks and feels like soap bubbles. Oh well, I moved here to get away from that evil stuff anyway.

  22. Yay for poorly frozen precipitation!

  23. Enjoy the fake snow. I’m dreading the probably imminent arrival of the real sort – it’s cold enough around here as it is. I’m currently cuddling the computer in the library in an attempt to thaw out my toes.

  24. question 3: did you write and post this at work? not judging. just that i’ve had experience using computers/internet/blogging at work, and it wasn’t pretty.

      • sorry. i asked because of the progression of events in the post. my bad.

        • Don’t worry. But let’s not point out the obvious. I do this on lunch break… which sometimes happens to be at ten in the morning.

          • understandable. i’m happy about your good-feeling-emotional day. that’s a nice thing for a nice person. oh, i’m writing a short story about something, and there’s a girl who’s about 8-years old, the sister of the main character, a boy of 13. i realize this might sound silly, but do you mind if i name her “becca”? she really only appears momentarily in the story, but it was something that popped into my head.

          • I’d love one of your characters to be named after me. That’s really nice. Plus being 8 is cool and all. Send me the story when it is finished.

          • will do. been working on it since this morning. idea struck me over the weekend when i was with my daughter at breakfast. it’s about a kid who tells a lie and gets away with it, but he doesn’t know anything about lies. nobody does, like a utopian america where nobody lies, and he tells the first lie, sort of.

          • Nice. Look forward to reading it. Just don’t make me cry, okay?

          • depends on the reason. when i watch “the searchers” with john wayne and natalie wood, i cry like a damn baby at the end, but that’s a good thing. shows how much the story affected me. but i don’t think there will be anything in this story that would make you cry.

  25. Since we’re talking ankle bracelets, is this the kind the judge makes you wear?

  26. question 2: have you ever seen the snow in disney during december? it’s pretty cool. fallign from the sky. i think it’s made with – oh, maybe you don’t want me to ruin the mystery.

  27. question 1: what’s an ankle bracelet have to do with summer vs. winter?

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