Yes, I\u2019m fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please stop asking me if I am fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Also, please stop staring. I can feel your eyes burn through me even when you\u2019re behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Y\u2019know, I have been wearing this protective cone around my neck long enough that I don\u2019t notice it when I look in the mirror. It\u2019s only when you ask, \u201chey, what\u2019s up with the doggie cone?\u201d or shout, \u201clook at that guy with the cone on his neck!\u201d that I once again become aware that it\u2019s there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I deserve some privacy and respect. When I posted on social media \u201cTragic news! I have to wear this cone for the next few months,\u201d the response was mixed. Some folks offered thoughts and\/or prayers, some asked what had happened. Excuse me, but this is a private matter. How dare<\/em> you respond to my public post with questions about the reason? And while your thoughts and\/or prayers are lovely, I could really use some money. How come no one responds, \u201cWith respect for your pain and need for privacy, if you need cash, please DM me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But, seriously, why do I wear it, you might ask? Maybe I had surgery. Maybe I bite my fingernails too much. Or other nails. Maybe I just taste delicious, like minty, and can\u2019t help myself. It\u2019s none of your business. I don\u2019t know why I feel compelled to reach 600 words explaining\/not explaining this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And who said it\u2019s a burden, despite my initial post announcing the cone-wearing as a tragic and sad thing? Do you know how much popcorn I can dump into this thing and just munch away during a movie on Netflix? I\u2019m working on a system to seal the bottom so I can fill it with margaritas or martinis. It could potentially hold a pitcher\u2019s worth. (So far, dismembering a pool noodle and applying a lot of duct tape shows the most promise for a tight seal.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Also, I\u2019m starting to think I look kind of cool like this. Maybe I\u2019m a trendsetter. Why am I wearing a protective cone? Why are you NOT wearing one?<\/p>\n\n\n\n My cat looks at me funny because she is conflicted. She is sympathetic, having worn one for a while years ago, but also snickering at how ridiculous I look. Cats are sweet and evil at the same time. Thanks, Schroedinger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So please respect my privacy. Also, click and like and subscribe to this post and share it online. But respect my privacy and give me my space. Another also, I\u2019m thinking about selling advertising on the cone, so if you know any interested parties, hit me up in the DMs!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ron Ruelle’s new book “Anchovies & Ice Cream” is available now at http:\/\/www.ronruelle.com\/ronbooks.html<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yes, I\u2019m fine. Please stop asking me if I am fine. Also, please stop staring. I can feel your eyes burn through me even when you\u2019re behind me. Y\u2019know, I have been wearing this protective cone around my neck long enough that I don\u2019t notice it when I look in the mirror. It\u2019s only when … Continue reading “I Proudly Wear the Cone of Shame”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":466,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,2,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-people","category-rants","category-wtf"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=465"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":469,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions\/469"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/466"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ronruelle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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