I’m sure I have made that comment before but it’s official now. No I didn’t go to a shrink and get my head examined, although I probably should, and have been formally declared totally insane. Now as I said before I probably should but why waste the money and time to have someone else tell me what I already know.
So what has brought this to the forefront now? Well while playing homage to my aging female vanity, as in doing a touch up on my roots and yes I do color my hair, I decided to take a selfie. Now taking a selfie while your hair is plastered with gobs of a bright red gooey mix of chemicals to get the desired shade of red doesn’t come under the heading of vanity. No simply the fact that I refuse to grow old gracefully comes under that heading. Any person, male or female, who has ever undertaken to try and beat back the hands of time knows the last thing you want is for anyone to see you in that shape. Therefore I have to admit that I got hit with the crazy bug in full force and come up with this wicked little idea.
Why would anyone in their right mind do something like a take selfie at a time like this? I told you I’m crazy. Did that craziness end there? Of course not. You’ve heard the old adage ‘there is a method to my madness’? In this instance no truer words were ever spoken. Yes there was a deep seated madness running through my mind and I definitely had a method. The results of that spur of total insanity is something that may very well put me in an insane asylum or possible even in jail. The only person in my family who has seen this little piece of artwork is my daughter and although she hasn’t stated she didn’t like it she did make a statement that let me know she didn’t care for it. I have to say once I finished with it, it gave me a bit of the creeps. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying I managed to produce a master piece but given the situation it is unnerving.
No I’m not posting the image here because to do so might get me kicked off every social media I belong to, I could be wrong but who knows. Yes it is graphic or at least I think so as does my daughter I think. Not an image she wants of her mother and maybe I should have thought of that before I did it. Think about it a moment. You’re sitting there looking at yourself in that position and then tell me it wouldn’t make you a little uneasy. Do I regret doing it? Oh hell no. I told you I’m bat crap crazy and that side of me gets a strange sense of satisfaction at having have achieved that level of gruesomeness. Now I didn’t just create the image either. I made a back story. To see the complete photo you’ll have to go to my facebook page; https://www.facebook.com/cathypacematthewsauthor/
Sorry but I added a pic for fun even before the censored edition of my gruesome rendering. Hey consider it a treasure hunt for those of you who like it bloody and for those of you who don’t, stay way…
The celebration of some at the thought of my death and the possible heart attack I might give to the people who love me has more to do with this than anything.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?