Spam

I'm kind of a weird person. If you know me at all, this is old news, but bear with me for the sake of our newer chums. Okay, here it is: I frequently facepalm myself.

"That's it?" you're thinking. "Alright, this kid isn't too wacko."

Duly noted, gentle reader, and I appreciate your lovingkindness. However. This does not occur exclusively when I do something dumb (although, this is a common event as well). Truth is, I don't know why I do this, but in the heat of the moment, a big ol' facepalm seems the perfect method - to check if my glasses are on. Yeah.

All in a split second, I question the presence of my spectacles, determine the best possible way to ease my fears, and thus, promptly WWWWHHACKKK myself (quite solidly) in the face. Every. Single. Time.

First of all, this is dumb because I could look practically anywhere in my line of vision, and be assured of the status of my glasses. Second of all, it hurts. Facepalm + glasses = sore nose. Sigh. Is this a sign of a mentally stable teenager? I'm certainly having my doubts.


Okay, so maybe that's not super weird. Here's a good one: I love checking my spam folder. Seriously. Gmail kindly lends me a (1) when I need to look, and only recently have I realized just how excited I get. Maybe it has something to do with "one man's trash is another man's treasure", but most of the trash is just plain old trash. Every once-in-a-while, though, Gmail messes up. I find something that isn't spam at all, something that I need, something I've been looking and waiting for. It's the same with thrift shops, garage sales, antique/vintage stores, used book shops, and so on. There's always that one item waiting to be rescued. It doesn't belong in the pile of trash.

Diamond-in-the-rough is a huge theme throughout literature, different cultures, religions, et cetera. It's all about the redemption, the recovery, the reclaiming. In some way, don't we all want to be that hidden gem, discovered to the delight of the seeker? We hesitantly designate ourselves to the spam folder with downcast eyes, hoping someone will call us out and tell us that we don't belong there at all, but in the "starred" folder. We want to be different, special, unique. We want to be sought after. We want to be "just right", even if it's only to one person. Especially as a woman, being cherished is a deal. Is this a gender thing? Maybe the guys are the ones wanting to find that great beauty, unearth it, and reveal its true nature. Or maybe that's just God's job.

OR... Perhaps I just overthink my email. That's a definite possibility.

So, to put this post in a nutshell: I like slapping myself in the face and rescuing spam from the spam folder. Unless it's actually spam. Which... kinda ruins my point.