Annoying People Need Love Too

Every once in a while I'll run into someone that I haven't seen since before I got married almost a year ago. They always ask a version of the same question: "How do you like being married?"

A few answers pop into my head:
"It sucks. Why didn't anyone warn me how horrible it could be?" (I think this is particularly funny because I've been married before.)
"Oh, him? I left that thing months ago."
I'm a newlywed. What do they expect me to say? If they are expecting a bad answer this soon in the game, what does that say about their own marriage? "It was a good 6 weeks. You can't expect anything to last forever, can you?"
"After those first 2 days of wedded bliss, it all went to pot."

I wonder about the people who feel the need to publicly declare their love for one another. What's going on behind closed door that they need to reassure us (or themselves?) that they love their wee widdle wookie bear sooo much? I'm way too busy to constantly be announcing to everyone else how in love I am. I'm also realistic. I figure people know me enough to know that if both of us are still alive, we're obviously happily in love. Heck, sometimes I annoy myself, so I know I'm not always a trip to live with.

The other day I had a song stuck in my head. And not the whole song, and not even the whole chorus. 'Cause that would be too nice to everyone around me. I had just a few words stuck in my head, and these were the few words, "Doing doing doing." And I couldn't just keep them in my head. I had to let them out. So I walked around, all day, saying, "Doing doing doing." In regular voice, in opera singer voice, in sassy black girl voice (complete with head bob), in whiny 3 year old voice. Do you know how annoying that is? To hear yourself do this for 6 hours? Oh my word, I wanted to crawl out of my own body so I could turn around and slap my own face.

It would be cool to be able to crawl out of your own body once in a while. Just to be able to look at yourself and say, "What are you thinking??" or "Did you not just hear your brain tell you not to do that exact thing?" I wouldn't want to do it often though, because I would think it wouldn't feel good to have to crawl back into your own body. I'm thinking of one particular exit in my body and I don't want to crawl back into my body that way.

That reminds me of when I had a colonoscopy last year. As the nurse wheeled me into the OR, I sang "Getting to know you...getting to know alllll about yooooouuuu" to my doctor. He started laughing and said, "Oh, I see we have a very happy patient on our hands. How much happy juice did you give her?" The nurse said, "I haven't given her any yet." He said I was the first patient of his to serenade him. I was pleased to be able to make him so happy on a Monday morning. We all need a pleasant start to the work week, and what's more pleasant than hearing a beautiful song before you put a tube into someone's orifice so you can take pictures of their insides? That's right, nothing.