Merson The Person

Apparently deleting my old account made my reblogs all show up at once in the dashboard

Sorry about that.

Okay, I’ve confirmed that the historically dated reblogs aren’t showing up as current in the dashboard.

So if you want to see my older posts, which of course you do, you can check out the old tumblelog. It’s just three pages. Read much more of my stuff at once and you’ll probably have an aneurism or something.

The Freedom of Choice

I gotta tell ya, until today I hated tummy-time. HATED it.

Tummy-time is what various people in my life called it when they would humiliate me by placing me, stomach down, on the floor, bed, or whatever.

I’d lie there, staring at the carpet or blanket that I was being given a sub-one-inch view of, clearly letting them know that I was not enjoying myself, and all they would do was tell me what a “strong girl” I was. Idiots.

After an eon^* of this torment, they’d suddenly understand me and pick me up.

This was happening every single day, people.

Then I figured out this thing they call “rolling over”.

One moment I lay there like some sort of reverse turtle, rendered helpless by a bully’s flipping, then a little tuck here, a little push there and tada! I’m flipped right over like I’m Jackie Chan or something.

They turned me back over, and I just turned myself right back. Odd that it didn’t seem to upset them (quite the opposite), but who knows what goes on in these people’s heads?

The weird part is that now I’m fine with being on my stomach. It’s the exact same position I hated before, but now I know I’m not dependent on anyone else to get me out of it. Seems like there’s a lesson to be learned there.

Maybe after nap I’ll see if I can fix myself a bottle.

^*Okay, it was more like five minutes. But just think how much of a percentage of my life that is, compared to yours.