Sticker Shock and Awe

I'm a little disturbed that one of my favourite songs of current has in the very first line of it's lyrics something about 'a plastic bag floating through the wind'. The song has a somewhat powerful and stand strong message, yet vulnerable undertone to it, however I still find it hard to get the thought out of my psyche that a piece of litter has inspired it's intro. Plastic bags flying around just pose a visibility threat when driving, and annoyance when I have to stop while strolling down a busy street on a gusty day to peel it off my pant leg. Like that garbage clinging on for dear life, I think of those needy friends, family or acquaintances we've all come to know and avoid. I once had the unfortunate opportunity of having a co-worker who was the epitome of 'clingy' and whether she realized it or not, was known for it. Couldn't lunch alone, always requiring re-assurance of decisions, asking for opinions on every little thing, ensuring that whether or not it was caused by or required by her; there must always be the shadow of another human being around. Tiring. Sad. Unappealing. It's expected with teenage girls chasing after the attention of boys; however dismal, negative or minuscule the eventual payoff. My Jersey Girls on MTV even default to this terrible and seemingly unavoidable character flaw: admittedly, it sure is entertaining to us as a viewer when on their particular platform. Sometimes I feel it's a wee bit stalkerish when thinking that almost for as much as the content and clever layout that I enjoy the game show Jeopardy, there comes a point sometimes when I habitually watch, or even record the show because I'm following the progress or even appealing look/voice/mannerism of a day to day winner. Is that oddly and perhaps a smidgen too much attached? I'd say! Solace is found within myself that I at least was never a trekkie (not to be confused with Trebekie). That's a whole other kind of attached. About that; wouldn't you say that my clever renaming of the strange looking alien creature dudes that were called Klingons to Post-its is uber chic? Ya, neither do said Trekkies. Come on, it's cute. Let me tell you what`s not cute, or what I`d like to have stop following me around. My entire life I`ve been an inevitable breeding ground for static shock. Water fountains, doorknobs, even taps on the shoulder. Zap. I barely feel them anymore. Pestering like those plastic bags. Ironic, no? And those clingy plastic bags have something to do with causing static electricity. I can`t win.

Toodles