November 28, 2009

Dear Diary,

I have, over the years, developed an inherent mistrust of mood rings. I never wanted it to be that way. I wanted to believe them. I think in the 7th grade perhaps is when they were popular. I bought one a few years back out of reminiscence. In the 7th grade, though, the ring came with a table of what each color meant. It dictated my mood as my ring changed color.

Growing up, I believed it to be true. I was always in and out of "relationships" in school. Always had a boyfriend to hold hands with and daydream about. And my mood ring told me so. Every day, without fail, my ring turned a deep blue. According to the table, that meant that I was "happy & in love." I couldn't argue with that. I sure felt it.

But you know what? I put it on the other day. On a day that I was feeling a little "blue" inside. A day when I was not interested in anyone I already know. You know what that ring told me? It turned that same deep blue it always turned in junior high. "No, I'm not!" I argued. I was neither happy nor in love that day. But Mood Ring just kept shining away in its blissful blue decadence.

I don't trust them anymore. They were never atune to what my "mood" was. They were only faking it. Making it up. That day should have shown black or red. One of which meant anger or fear or sadness. That's what I was really feeling that day. Certainly not "happy and in love."

You don't suppose there is other foolery out there, do you? I've heard rumors about Santa Claus and Mickey Mouse. You don't suppose they're on the same Mood Ring team, do you? Nah, couldn't be!

We'll see what kind of mood we have tomorrow...