Confusion Paint

::::I had several ideas swirling around in my head this a.m. but, as I can hear my neighbor who placed this thought in my head yesterday thougtfully (I'm sure) crunching on an apple, I'm going to write on this one.::::

My dad usually calls make-up war paint, which I think is amusing. There are other names and terminologies for make-up and the "art" of putting it on. "putting on my face" "painting the barn door" but for all intents & purposes I go with war paint. I tend to see each day as a battle between me & the world. If I end the day standing, I won.

Yesterday, I came dragging into work 20 minutes late & my barn door had no paint on it. I ask my good buddy Nick if I could borrow his mirror that he keeps at his desk (which he uses to check & make sure there's no gunk in his beard after food consumption). He hands it ove & we discuss war paint. He called it "confusion paint". It confused me. (for a minute I thought he said "Confucian paint" which could go into a whole branch of Eastern philosophy best left alone.)

I was left with it for a while and then we re-grouped when I was finished with my ritual. I determined that it is as with certain animals who are brightly colored or have elaborate patterns to alert other animals that they are poisonous or that they are not prey. I further thought about that this morning as I put on more war paint & thought that those markings can also be used to attract mates. I was aghast as I thought. My God! I haven't been on a date in forever. Maybe I'm doing it all wrong.

Maybe I'm using way too much eyeliner!



Oh well, I guess I'll never know.



disclaimer: this is not in any way a serious blog, though the events in this blog did actually take place, the blogger did get over her feelings & decided that she is one super-hot momma