I am very passionate about…
There are many things I’m passionate about. Some moral. Some ethical. Some legal. Others are fun. A few are not so fun and boarder on maddening. And some that don’t fall into any of the above; it depends on your definitions. But what exactly does ‘passionate’ entail? Well, according to Dictionary.com, it has the following meanings:
pas·sion·ate [pash-uh-nit], adjective 1. having, compelled by, or ruled by intense emotion or strong feeling; fervid: a passionate advocate of socialism. 2. easily aroused to or influenced by sexual desire; ardently sensual. 3. expressing, showing, or marked by intense or strong feeling; emotional: passionate language. 4. intense or vehement, as emotions or feelings: passionate grief.
5. easily moved to anger; quick-tempered; irascible.
I can definitely rule out being sexually aroused by most of the objects of my passionate manias. As for ‘easily moved to anger,’ I think that one hits the nail on the head for a number of them. Here is a very short list of some of the things that instill strong feelings for me:
1. Fruit Flies. It seems that whenever I step outside via the kitchen door, a small swarm of fruit flies (more accurately, drain flies) sneak in, ninja style, and take over my sink drain. I really, really passionately hate that. At the first sign of the little black flying bastards, the bleach comes out and I drown the little loitering shits. I’m obsessed with their demise. I never invited them in. If they were friends with vampires, they would know you just can’t come into a residence to suck the life out of someone without first asking permission. How RUDE!
2. Plucking Chin Hairs. I’ve heard horrific tales from older ladies that as you age, your body changes in some really scary ways. Some of those changes produce stuff that nightmares are made of; sagging boobs, sagging ass, all around sagging skin, more grey hairs than you can pluck, and the worse – chin hairs! Are the hairs on the top sagging and coming out the chin now? At least they aren’t coming out of the sagging boobs and ass, I guess.
I can not wait for the days where I will be vehemently obsessed with the mirror and scrutinizing every millimeter of my chin to pluck and destroy. Lord knows I don’t wanna be confused with some of those bearded ladies. You know, the ones that hang out at the Walmart frightening the little children that are running around like wild animals on crack while their mommas debate the finer details of generic macaroni and powdered cheese with the produce stocker sporting the lazy eye. Such is life in a small, Podunk town, but that’s a passionate tale for another day.
3. Writing. I have a tempestuous relationship with writing. There are days when we live together in perfect harmony; words fly onto the page and my heart sings a happy little ditty. Those days are far outweighed by the dark, storm cloud kinda days where we battle like the old man in the sea. It leaves me feeling parched and completely drained on so many days and I have nothing to show for it but a shark gnawed carcass. This sets the stage for the whiskey drinking, tortured writer syndrome. At least it fills my days and is more interactive than daytime TV.
4. Chupracabras. If you haven’t heard of these little devils, you might be asking yourself, “what the hell [or heck if you don’t cuss like the cool kids] is an effing chupracabra?” I’m so glad you asked!
As defined by the prestigious source, Wikipedia, “The Chupacabra or Chupacabras (Spanish pronunciation: from chupar “to suck” and cabra “goat”, literally “goat sucker”) is a legendary cryptid rumored to inhabit parts of the Americas. It is associated more recently with sightings of an allegedly unknown animal in Puerto Rico (where these sightings were first reported), Mexico, and the United States, especially in the latter’s Latin American communities. The name comes from the animal’s reported habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock, especially goats.
Physical descriptions of the creature vary. Eyewitness sightings have been claimed as early as 1995 in Puerto Rico, and have since been reported as far north as Maine, and as far south as Chile, and even being spotted outside the Americas in countries like Russia and The Philippines. It is supposedly a heavy creature, the size of a small bear, with a row of spines reaching from the neck to the base of the tail.”ver since Art Bell used to report on sightings of these creatures on his radio show, “Coast to Coast,” I have been fascinated mixed with scared shitless. Now that we’re living in Arizona, where it seems like every time I turn around there’s another sighting, I really want to see one for myself. Crazy, yeah I know!
There was a sighting not far from here back in February in the parking lot of a grocery store of all places. The latest theory is that it’s a hybrid between a coyote and a wolf. Several have been killed and examined in Texas and the DNA came back as unique and not having been seen before, but having both wolf and coyote DNA. Fascinating. No worries, I will be writing more about these critters in the future. I’m slightly enthusiastic about this subject.
5. Food. Everyone has to eat, right? Well, since having gastric bypass, I have to be careful not to over eat or pay the consequences for my gluttony. I’ve learned to go straight for the kill and eat the stuff that I love first. This doesn’t always work out well when we go to restaurants. Especially mediocre eateries. I have become a food snob. Hey, if you only got to eat 2 ounces before you felt bloated, you’d probably start demanding only the best stuff to shove in your face, too! I live by the motto, “Life is too short to eat bad food!”
6. Sasquatch. I’ve written about the big guy (read it here) before and I find him utterly mesmerizing! Growing up in Alaska, we heard stories about the ‘hairy man’ and how he marked his territory by placing trees upside down with the root ball on the top. It just so happened that one of my family’s favorite places to fish was in a river running through one of those marked territories. Yes, there was an incident where we stayed late into the evening fishing and came across something that we thought, at first, was a bear. A really, really BIG bear. Dad didn’t let us stick around to find out exactly what it was and the 2 mile walk back to the truck was one of the scariest and fastest hikes I’ve ever had in my life. Dad had his .45 out, covering our hasty retreat. I had to carry the gear and drag my frightened little brother along, because he wasn’t able to make his little legs work. That was our last family fishing trip to Willow Creek.
I hope you’ve enjoyed a few of the things that I’m obsessively passionate about. But this list could change depending on my moods and the direction of the wind.