I have poison ivy. It’s between my fingers, in my collarbone, lining my bikini area (don’t ask) and swarming my ankles. It feels like my skin is trying to crawl off my bones while angsty fire ants puke into my pores. But poison ivy is a weird thing to have. It’s Bubonic plague-ish in that you don’t really hear about it much. Yet it’s not contagious or weird enough for anybody to be interested in it. You can’t really see it on my skin. It’s boring. All it does is make me itch. And nobody really cares about whether you’re itching.
I have an itch.
See? Boring.
Telling people you have poison ivy is like telling them about your dreams. Listening to the average dream conversation: Oh my god. I had this crazy dream where I was on this rainbow and then this eagle came and there was a sea of shoelaces and bla bla bla bla bla.
Sorry, avid dream tellers. You’ve heard it here first: Nobody cares about your shoelaces.
I know poison ivy falls in the dream category because my mom gets poison ivy every year. It usually sounds like “I have poison ivy and it itches so much and bla bla bla bla.” If only it caused blindness or a deformation, then I might care. Instead of treating her with compassion, I’ve often thought, ‘What an idiot. How can she get poison ivy again?’ Apparently, it’s really easy. You can actually get the itch just by walking by the plant. It grows in our backyard, and our plants wear costumes so they don’t look like the average poisonous perpetrator.
So, I have poison ivy and it itches and bla bla bla.
My friend says he plays a game with his friends. They try to top each other with boring personal information.
I need a car wash.
I have a hang nail.
I just ate an apple.
I bought a pair of pants.
I am trying a new brand of milk.
I like spaghetti.
I had a dream.
I have an itch.
Snooze.
I have a theory about these tidbits. I don’t think they were always so unimportant. Remember in Wuthering Heights (I can’t believe I’m referencing Wuthering Heights again. I really hated that book.) when they’re stuck in the winter and their lives were so boring because it was 1845 and they didn’t have internet or skinny jeans? They could talk about a hang nail for hours because what else were they going to do? Now, our brains are so used to taking important calls on our mobile phones and buying shoes online and wishing to win the Publishers’ Clearing House and weighing the pros and cons of showering.
A hang nail has a lot of competition.
By ignoring these personal tidbits, we’re making people feel unheard and therefore encouraging them to exaggerate or do anything for attention like be on Reality TV or be Lady Gaga. Our mundane-rendering is the very reason Lady Gaga wears meat. She tried to tell her friends once that she burned the roof of her mouth, and they didn’t bat an eye until she skinned twelve squirrels and hung them from her nipples. My stance on this topic is that our decision to ignore our friends’ poison ivies is leading to attention-whoring. The good part is that we have the power to stop it. Let’s make the boring important again. Let’s tell the world we went to Target today or opened the upstairs bedroom window or cried for hours about being single.
We have the power to to change the world by simply caring about hang nails. I swear. This is not just a plea for sympathy for my poison-filled pores. It’s a revolt.
Tell me, friends: What is your mundane? Tell me, and I will do my best to pretend that I care.
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I drank a cup of coffee and thought about straightening my desk. But after thinking about it awhile, I felt kind of drained. So I just decided to make some macaroni and cheese to get my energy up. I sliced up a leftover chicken hotdog and added extra cheese (American–which makes it creamier), and it was really good, but I’m still kinda tired.
Wow. That is so interesting, Jessica. I hope you feel a second-wind at get that desk all straight.
Sometimes I eat breakfast.
Yum. That is great, Nicole. I am totally wondering what types of breakfast you eat sometimes.
My nose is runny today and my throat is kinda scratchy. Breathing through my mouth is making my lips get chapped. Also, I had a big lunch so I am REALLY struggling to stay awake at my desk right now.
Ugh! Chapped lips are the WORST. I hope that you blow your nose so much that it wakes you up and your desk suddenly gets interesting.
I think people who are in couples share the mundane with one another. It’s nice to know you can tell someone about a hole in the toe of your sock and they will listen and reciprocate with their own minutia. You wouldn’t call a friend to tell them that sort of thing or think to bring it up at happy hour. The types of dull information different people choose to share can be intriguing and revealing. Brand of milk? I buy what’s on sale.
Well, Caitlin, I’m glad to see you are thrifty. I also choose sale items at the grocery. I sure hope you mend that sock.
Went to my trainer, my knee still hurts 5 weeks after surgery, had my brows done and ate two Costco Gourmet Chocolate Chip cookies and finally seeing Taboo Tales tonight. :)
Taboo Tales? THAT IS NOT MUNDANE!!!! Yum, Costgo Gourmet Chocolate Chips. That sounds so delicious, Madge. I sure cannot wait to see those brows.
I super-heart this post. Like really a lot. I also super-heart Salt and Pepper popcorn at Starbucks and sometimes wonder if they will keep selling it even if I’m the only one who seems to be excited about it. Also now I have aforementioned popcorn stuck in my teeth.
Ooh. Popcorn in the teeth is quite a blunder, Kate. I have never tried popcorn from Starbucks, but now that I know you super-heart it, I am all over that shizz.
You are super-hearted as well.
I almost got this super-high-scoring bingo in Words With Friends but then the game hiccuped and I couldn’t place it. So I spelled “TINE” and got 8 points.
-I have a headache and am trying to decide if I should take 1 motrin or 2.
– I am also trying to decide if I should pretend my headache is worse than it is when i get home from work so that I can go to bed early and get out of giving the baby a bath and the bj i promised my husband.
p.s. you make me laugh. thanks.
Did you ever thing that YOUR poison ivy is the universe’s revenge for your lack of sympathy for your dear mother’s yearly plight??
I will be photographing some people standing up and talking about themselves tonight in some dark and gloomy theater that will be overcrowded. Probably with hecklers, who will all be younger than I am.
If I can stay awake. Naps are becoming very important.
just sitting over here breathing
<3
I have a hangover.
Martin Luther King just rolled over in his grave. Unless he was creamated. Then he just kind of did nothing I guess. We need a saying for creamation. I got it. “Martin Luther King just made someone sneeze”
I watched Shark Tank.
SHARK TANK! That is NOT mundane. I’ll give you 500,000 for 23% percent. Why don’t they ever go for odd percentages?
i like to fart in my car.
Me too, my friend. Me too.
I refilled my hummingbird feeder. Those little bastards are going to eat me out of house and home.
Don’t you wish they would actually hum? A couple tunes, perhaps? That would be fun.
“I need a car wash.
I have a hang nail.
I just ate an apple.
I bought a pair of pants.
I am trying a new brand of milk.
I like spaghetti.”
For a second, I thought I was checking my Twitter feed.
Today was OK, I guess. I rolled out of bed at about 1:30 in the afternoon, but then still felt sleepy so I got under the covers and my cats came and sat with me and I thought that maybe I should take an hour to meditate or cry about being single, but I couldn’t decide which because I’m very indecisive. I hear meditation is supposed to help with that. Clears you head or whatever. Then my boss called, well actually he texted, to ask whether I could come in an hour early. I said yes, I’d try. But I wanted to get to the gym before work, so I quickly put on my exercise clothes, which were still a little wet from yesterday, and headed over to Planet Fitness. I thought about cutting my workout short to get into the office sooner, but then I thought, no, this is your time, Jessica. I don’t like to let people down, though, so I didn’t listen to the thought. I hear meditation is supposed to help with that.
I was working out at the gym and I did my exercises out of sequence. Not only that, some skinny cat was working with weights that were heavier than mine for his shoulder workout… I can’t lift the weight he was using for my workout… that is the kind of stuff that muggs up my day…
AN OUT OF SEQUENCE WORK OUT?! I don’t even know you anymore, Mark.
I waited for my baby girl to poo yesterday. All day long. Just waited. Nothing happened, by the way. So maybe today.
Fingers crossed for today! Nothing like a constipated baby.
My ankle socks are too high and are showing above my shoes. I lost my lighter too.
Those are the worst kind of ankle socks. If you go running, everyone is going to think you’re a loser. Good luck.
I currently have a rash on my stomach and back with no apparent cause. It doesn’t hurt or itch in any way.
That is probably just an STD. Enjoy!
Humans are funny especially when they talk about skinny jeans and squirrel-nipples. Such a great blog post Laurenne!
Sincerely,
Your 3rd Grade English Teacher,
Splerry Chinglebones Macintosh III
In case you forgot, you went to a special school where they had a separate English class in third grade.
My husband and I invented a facebook community devoted to mundanity that you might like. “Lame Headlines from My Mundane Life.”
I just flossed.
Via a somewhat roundabout journey full of wonderful things like itchiness, I have been reminded of a very basic lesson here in how to act like a decent person. I was also reminded recently, via an Oprah rerun, to “take responsibility for the energy I bring into a space”, but if I emailed Oprah to let her know that, she probably wouldn’t read it, so I will leave a comment instead to let you know that I appreciate the reminder to listen to people more.
i’m constantly monitoring my caloric intake