The search for the missing MOJO
Is it almost a month since my last post?
To be honest it actually feels a lot longer.
What have I been up to all this time?
I think it would be fairly obvious that I've been on the look-out for my Tracyness aka my MOJO.
Life without your mojo is after all no life at all.
Before I could start the search I had to determine what was actually missing. Then I had to recount when I thought I had last caught a glimpse of it, to pinpoint where it could have gone missing.
So, my Tracyness, this mojo of mine is what is missing. Surely it was there in April, but was it there in May? Is this the moment it vanished into thin air?
I started thinking about my missing Mojo and where it had gone. I thought and I thought, I consulted an expert and yes, I even cried!
It was during the consult with the expert (yes there are Tracy experts out there, scary but true) that it was brought to my attention that I might be over reacting. (Me over react?)
That I might be exaggerating the extent of the missing mojo. ( Me exaggerate?)
That I might be worrying about things not worth worrying about. (Me worry about worryless things?)
That me thinking my Mojo is missing is crap, there for I'm full of shit. (Me, full of shit?)
I know, this doesn't sound like me at all.
I'm not a full of shit, over reacting, exaggerating worry wart! (please have mercy, no comments on this part, thank you.)
I was not taking this lying down. The evidence of my missing mojo was so overwhelming, how could anyone mistake it for over reaction and crap? I know it sounds absurd. If you read this in a book, you probably wouldn't believe it.
But never the less, it got me thinking. The expert is a Tracy expert (probably for good reason) after all.
Could it be true? Could I be worrying about nothing? But surely all the overwhelming evidence is proof of the missing mojo?!!
As I set out to prove this expert wrong a tiny fleeting moment of doubt washed over me.
Lets take a look at the overwhelming evidence, shall we?
1) The meeting at work with the director and all my oohing and aahing.
2) My cousins wedding gift, or to be more precise the lack of a proper wedding gift.
3) My indecisiveness to where I get my next munchies.
4) The 2 day workers council debacle in nijmegen where I proved my simplemindedness.
I think this proves the lack of Mojo, don't you?
According to the expert, it's al pretty normal and accountable for.
According to the expert numbers 1 and 4 should be looked at together. Both to do with work, both to do with not enough preparation and a lack of motivation, which could point to the necessity of a holiday.
According to this same expert the lack of inspiration for my cousins wedding gift could be put down to the fact that I have not seen this cousin since I was fifteen, there for I know nothing about this cousin, there for It would be understandably hard to think of a special personal gift for this cousin.
So you think this expert is on the ball, huh?
But what about number three? Number three, the most important one, for it has to do with munchies!
Well, according to the expert number 3 is definitely nothing to worry about. It doesn't necessarily mean a lack of decisiveness but could be a show of maturity. (hopefully the expert doesn't mean mature like cheese; smelly and falling apart). When growing up and becoming mature your priorities change and you put less importance in the small things like where to get your next munchie fix.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying munchies aren't important.
After mulling over what the expert said and drying my tears I was left with a decision to make.
So I said to my self, Tracy my dear ( Yep, still referring to myself like that) you can stick to our guns that your Mojo is missing, feel sorry for yourself and shed even more tears,
or you can opt for the mature option (not the smelly falling apart cheesy type) and go with what the expert said.
And that's how with my Mojo in tact I've taken time of and booked a holiday to Jamaica, I've improvised on the wedding gift for my cousin and I'm as happy as a tornado in a trailer park.
To be honest it actually feels a lot longer.
What have I been up to all this time?
I think it would be fairly obvious that I've been on the look-out for my Tracyness aka my MOJO.
Life without your mojo is after all no life at all.
Before I could start the search I had to determine what was actually missing. Then I had to recount when I thought I had last caught a glimpse of it, to pinpoint where it could have gone missing.
So, my Tracyness, this mojo of mine is what is missing. Surely it was there in April, but was it there in May? Is this the moment it vanished into thin air?
I started thinking about my missing Mojo and where it had gone. I thought and I thought, I consulted an expert and yes, I even cried!
It was during the consult with the expert (yes there are Tracy experts out there, scary but true) that it was brought to my attention that I might be over reacting. (Me over react?)
That I might be exaggerating the extent of the missing mojo. ( Me exaggerate?)
That I might be worrying about things not worth worrying about. (Me worry about worryless things?)
That me thinking my Mojo is missing is crap, there for I'm full of shit. (Me, full of shit?)
I know, this doesn't sound like me at all.
I'm not a full of shit, over reacting, exaggerating worry wart! (please have mercy, no comments on this part, thank you.)
I was not taking this lying down. The evidence of my missing mojo was so overwhelming, how could anyone mistake it for over reaction and crap? I know it sounds absurd. If you read this in a book, you probably wouldn't believe it.
But never the less, it got me thinking. The expert is a Tracy expert (probably for good reason) after all.
Could it be true? Could I be worrying about nothing? But surely all the overwhelming evidence is proof of the missing mojo?!!
As I set out to prove this expert wrong a tiny fleeting moment of doubt washed over me.
Lets take a look at the overwhelming evidence, shall we?
1) The meeting at work with the director and all my oohing and aahing.
2) My cousins wedding gift, or to be more precise the lack of a proper wedding gift.
3) My indecisiveness to where I get my next munchies.
4) The 2 day workers council debacle in nijmegen where I proved my simplemindedness.
I think this proves the lack of Mojo, don't you?
According to the expert, it's al pretty normal and accountable for.
According to the expert numbers 1 and 4 should be looked at together. Both to do with work, both to do with not enough preparation and a lack of motivation, which could point to the necessity of a holiday.
According to this same expert the lack of inspiration for my cousins wedding gift could be put down to the fact that I have not seen this cousin since I was fifteen, there for I know nothing about this cousin, there for It would be understandably hard to think of a special personal gift for this cousin.
So you think this expert is on the ball, huh?
But what about number three? Number three, the most important one, for it has to do with munchies!
Well, according to the expert number 3 is definitely nothing to worry about. It doesn't necessarily mean a lack of decisiveness but could be a show of maturity. (hopefully the expert doesn't mean mature like cheese; smelly and falling apart). When growing up and becoming mature your priorities change and you put less importance in the small things like where to get your next munchie fix.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying munchies aren't important.
After mulling over what the expert said and drying my tears I was left with a decision to make.
So I said to my self, Tracy my dear ( Yep, still referring to myself like that) you can stick to our guns that your Mojo is missing, feel sorry for yourself and shed even more tears,
or you can opt for the mature option (not the smelly falling apart cheesy type) and go with what the expert said.
And that's how with my Mojo in tact I've taken time of and booked a holiday to Jamaica, I've improvised on the wedding gift for my cousin and I'm as happy as a tornado in a trailer park.
posted by Lazytracy @ 10:15 am
1 Comments:
At 4:51 pm,
Anonymous said…
The munchy part is easy.
Just take lots of drugs, then you'll eat anything.
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