Monday, November 21, 2011


I'm scared I'm becoming a B.S.W.




I reeeeally don't want to be one. But I am noticing I am headed in that direction.

I'm trying to think of a way to illustrate my concern.

Maybe I should share about having to hold in my exasperated screams of "YOU'RE FREAKING 19!" every time one of my college students whines to me about wanting to be married and where is Mr. Right. Or maybe I should mention I have reached almost ninja-level stealthiness of finding the bathroom when it comes to the bouquet toss at weddings. Or perhaps I should mention my annoyance with "The Back Scratchers" at church. You know. The couple that take turns rubbing and scratching each others backs during a sermon. I seem to have the frequent unfortunate luck of sitting right behind them and spending the whole service wishing to God they'd just get a room already.

But no, I think I will illustrate my BSW-ness with what happened last night. I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to watch an old Disney movie. I decided on Sleeping Beauty.

Well, I'm not proud to say this, but at the end of the movie I cried and then threw a curse word at Aurora. Prince Phillip was fighting Maleficent (aka: Crazy Dragon Lady) and all SHE had to do was look beautiful and take a nice long nap until he came to kiss her. Boooo.

When you start cussing out Disney princesses, something is definitely wrong.

Is there a support group for B.S.W's like me?

P.S. If this continues, I might have to buy a rocking chair, knit afghans, and start taking in all the stray neighborhood cats. I'm allergic to cats but I might have to do it anyway.


New Branch said...

we all can't stand the back scratchers. i remember the neck massagers, ever worse. and you're not a b.s.w. you're an a.s.w. adventurous single woman! ps. no more disney movies. stick with pixar.

Anonymous said...

Yup, just say no to unhealthy disney movies (and other such romantic comedies that leave you singing, "Someday my prince will come" whilst twirling around your room, crying into your dance partner (aka: your pillow). But let's be honest, sarah: you have too much JOY to let bitterness take its ugly root. So let's change the verbiage before woman, and instead of single, insert AMAZING. happy thanksgiving, amazing woman!

Smarshie said...

Thanks, ladies. I am so grateful the Lord has given me joy in life. It's just hard sometimes because bitterness wants to seep in and take over.