It’s that time again…

Some wonderful people have awarded me with those to-sell-your-soul-and-die-for-and-absolutely-love-following-the-rules blog awards. My eternal gratitude goes to:

Pixiepot for the Diverse Blogger Award

Woman Who Writes Stuff for the Lovely Blog Award

Pudding Girl for another Lovely Blog Award

Thank you ladies! The rules are…you didn’t seriously think I would follow them right? Lets just say, the rules are to create a game and then let any of your followers pass the awards on to themselves if they want to. Wow! Great rules! Okay, here we go:

Blog Award Game: Since these awards are all about getting to know each other, fill in the blanks with things I might think/say/do in the following situations (feel free to make these up):

The craziest thing I’ve done is _____________________________________

I can’t believe you _____________________________________________

My favorite thing is ____________________________________________

The last time I was at a psychiatrist they ______________________________

I’m sorry, I __________________________________________________

Of course anyone is welcome to play this game on your own blog with your readers. Send me the link and I will try to guess what you might do. Thanks again!

OAA: Week 6 Meet Joe

Recently I was provided a character for the OAA. Okay, so it wasn’t too recently, but I have been busy. Sorry. Anyway, thank you Titilategorillas for this character. If you haven’t read his analysis of this guy, you have to. Why? Because I said so…you guys are just like my kids. Just do it. It is for your own good. Read the long version. It is a masterpiece of overanalysis. Read all about it here: I’m waiting…still waiting. Don’t read this until you read his character. Okay, ready now?

OAA Meeting…I think this is technically week 6.

Bob: Welcome to Over Analyzers Anonymous. Wow, the room is really filling up!

Sue: (Thinking) Is he saying I am getting fat? I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that last jelly donut this morning. Another relationship down the drain because of a stupid donut. Well, I guess technically it wasn’t a relationship, but we had a connection…I could feel it…Oh no, I think I just missed what he was saying because I was thinking to myself. Shoot, maybe he will say it again…

Bob: Does that make sense? Anyway, we had better get this thing started if we want to give the newcomers a chance to tell us a little about themselves. Let’s start with you.

Jack: Hi. I’m Jack, and this is my buddy Joe. We really came here more for him than for me. You see, Joe is one of the biggest overanalyzers I know. It makes sense why he would be, if you think about it. After all, he is really tall for a half-chinese guy, and he was the only asian looking guy in his town, so that has to make him feel subconscious. Honestly, I think it made him a little judgemental too. Not that there is anything really wrong with that. Sometimes you have to be able to distinguish between what is good and what’s not. He might not even realize he is doing it, which is funny because the guy pretty much lives inside his own head.

Wouldn’t that be weird? To live inside your head? For some people that would be like living in a tornado. Other people would have a neat and tidy head because they are OCD. I always say that OCD is overanalysis in motion. They just have to tidy their world because if they don’t, their minds will have so much to overanalyze that it would probably kill them.

Not literally, well, I guess maybe it could literally kill someone if they were so OCD that they put their rat poison in a container from the container store, and one day their prankster friend came and switched the lids, not knowing that the rat poison was poison, because the OCD guy wouldn’t have wanted to clutter the container by putting a label on it, so he just trusted it to stay in the same place with the same lid until the crazy prankster guy came and killed him by switching the lids.

Can you imagine the guilt that would cause? I mean, for the rest of your life you would know that your nutcase friend died because you wanted to just mess with him. That is why I don’t get the whole concept of April Fool’s day. Actually, I have participated in it a few times, but my pranks were always well thought out and they wouldn’t even come close to hurting anyone. I’m sure the hypothetical prankster who switched the hypothetical lids didn’t intend on hurting anyone either though. That is the hard thing about friendships, and relationships in general. There is always someone who hurts someone else, and most of the time it is not intentional at all. One time there…

Bob: Excuse me, I am sorry to interrupt, but we should probably give Joe a chance to tell us a little about himself before our time is gone.

Joe: (Looks up from pretending to text someone) umm, Hi. I’m Joe.

Bob: Damn it Jerry! You ate all the snacks again! Look, I have tried to be nice, but this is getting a little ridiculous. If you want a soup kitchen, there is one right down the street, but we are trying to get serious stuff done here!

Jerry: (Flips the bird and starts pushing the shopping cart out the door while mumbling to himself)

Jill: Was that really called for Bob, he was just trying to get a snack?

Bill: Give it a rest Jill…he is obviously here to infiltrate our group just when we were beginning to trust each other.

Sue: (Thinking) He is kind of sexy when he is mad. Oh, what am I doing? This is stupid. He just called you fat, and now you are obsessing over him again? You are losing it. – Umm, where is Becky?

Bob: She left a note on the door that she had work to do, something about stalking…

Jack: Well, it has been a pleasure to meet all of you. I would have liked to get to know each of you better, but I guess there aren’t enough hours in the day. Actually, that is a kind of cliché line. There are enough hours in a day to get to know you, but we all have lives that only rarely intersect. Oh, what a tangled web we weave…

Joe: (Doesn’t say anything. Starts to text)

Bob: Sorry for the outburst guys. I think I have just been a little stressed lately. Maybe next week we can give Joe a chance to tell us a little more about himself. Until then, have a great night.

Everyone leaves and Bob doesn’t know why he feels a little like crying…

The choice is yours…

It is time for you to choose what the topic for next week’s Trifecta will be. I would also like to take this opportunity to apologize once more to a blogger who is apparently more sensitive than I thought…not like there is anything wrong with that. I like sensitivity in a man. Especially if he is styling my hair or helping me find the perfect shoes. So, sorry again Nathan.

This poll has some of the answers that were not chosen from last time. Choose wisely…

Public apology #4: Trifextra

What is up with everyone wanting me to apologize? This post is dedicated to all of the people who think I should apologize for nothing…you know who you are. 😉

I’m sorry that you’re so sensitive. It would be one thing if there was actually a reason, but to expect an apology just because? That is ridiculous. Sorry it’s not going to happen.