Stuck in the Twilight Zone!

I have to say that as far as weird weeks go, this one tops any that I’ve ever had by far. I feel like I’ve stepped into a Twilight Zone marathon and I’m the main character. What the heck is going on? It started with the beginning of the week. I read an article that talked about people who photograph their food before eating it. Does this really happen? Apparently this is a huge trend that I knew nothing about until now. It turns out that countless individuals have made a lifestyle out of snapping pictures of their main dish before they even take out their fork. Why? The reasons vary. Some do it as a means of controlling their weight which I find very clever. If I’m on a mission to lose 50 pounds and I happen to glance at a picture of the Jumbo Jack and fries I ate yesterday, there’s a good chance that I might reach for a carrot instead of a cookie next time. Others do it for social interaction. Meh, ok I guess. If a guy can’t meet women the normal way, I guess there’s worse things that trying to meet them through Flikr. What fascinates me, though are the ones who choose to photograph their food because it’s a hobby. I read about a guy who literally left his wife at the restaurant for an hour because he didn’t have the right lens for his camera and needed to go get it. Is it just me or does that border on obsession? Weird! Or is it? Do you take pictures of your food and why would you do such thing? Food is food, people! It’s meant to be eaten, not digitally documented and posted on social networks for the whole world to see how obsessive we can be. Is it narcissism on overload or just another way to meet people and appreciate the wonder of a good Chicken Marsala?

Let’s see, other weird happenings this week…there’s the estrogen pills in the baby bag I mentioned in my previous blog post, the wedding engagement of someone I never suspected in a million years, and finally, the one that I may never recover from. A person that has been nothing less than obvious in her hatred toward me during the last 8 or 9 years has suddenly come out and asked to reconnect with me. Other minor incidents that I really can’t mention here have also intertwined with everything else this week causing me to shake my head in wonder. A friend asked me, “Was your week weird in a good way or in a bad way?” Honestly, I’m leaning toward all of the above. I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, I’ve shaken my fist in anger, and I’ve stood utterly bewildered. I can’t explain why the home loan mod guys can’t get their act together and just cooperate with my husband. I can’t fathom why someone who has very obviously chosen to be my enemy would suddenly want to talk to me again. I certainly cannot begin to understand the fascination and obsession people have with photographing food. (Maybe someone can help me out with this one?) Above all, I can’t explain the peace that washes over me every time I think about the complexities of life and all the little things that don’t make sense. I know someone who has all the answers. For some unexplainable reason, that’s enough for me. Weird, huh?