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Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman
Bio
Published Writer and Artist. Singer/Actress. College grad.
I don't use Spellcheck or Grammerly and my laptop has sticky keys so there will be typos. Sorry.
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Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3
I finally got to see the third movie in the Guardians of the Galaxy saga. It was much better than I thought it would be. So good that I want to write a review about it. There were a few issues to criticize, but mostly I wish to praise the last installment.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Geeks
The Existential Woman page five
When Shanna awoke on Monday morning it was about 7 a.m. She dragged herself to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. That was her habit and routine. Coffee. She didn't wake up and rush to the bathroom to wash her face or brush her teeth. She couldn't even think about dealing with life or thinking without at least one cup of coffee. Whether this was a superficial belief or a deep truth, she didn't care to change it. She was comfortably settled about the daily ritual.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
The next day, Shanna was sitting in her cushy chair looking over some stickers that she thought she might use for a new deck of cards. She was frustrated as she looked them over. She didn't really like the style of the stickers and there wasn't enough of them to create the number of cards she wanted to make. She put the stickers in a folder and back on the shelf and decided that she could not make the cards. Reba would have to wait until Shanna could figure out how to make a quality deck.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
After surfing the internet and playing some online games, Shanna looked around the small condo and decided to do some cleaning. The kitchen sink was filled with dishes. They weren't all her dishes. Her brother Norman had put some dirty dishes in the sink also. Norman and Shanna lived together in the small condo. It was all they got as an inheritance from their father when he died a few years previous. It only had one small bedroom and one small bathroom, but the siblings made the best of it. They each had a twin bed in the bedroom, and they each had their own "spot" in the living room. It was cramped, but neither of them could afford to go anywhere else. Although Norman worked, he couldn't afford the prices of other dwellings. Shanna couldn't find anything within her retirement budget either, so they tolerated each other. Sometimes Shanna loved her brother Norman very much and was glad that they were roommates. Sometimes she couldn't stand the sight of him and was glad she had her own vehicle so she could drive off and get away from him for awhile. This particular weekend, Norman was the one who drove off in his vehicle. He had invited her to go camping with him, and although there was a part of her that wanted to enjoy time with him again like they used to a decade ago, she declined his invitation. She didn't want to risk an argument between them while camping when their homelife was finally getting to a comfortable peace between them. She turned the sink water on and washed the dishes quickly, setting the washed ones on the drying rack. Once the sink was empty, she wiped it clear of any food or residue. Then she took the garbage out. Her cat Selia stared at the open door looking for a chance to run out.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
Shanna took a shower. She liked the water hot, but not scalding. She liked the water to create a steamy room which was easy to accomplish with the bathroom door closed because the bathroom was so small. When the water felt enjoyable to her hand, she stepped in and closed the shower curtain to stop any spillage. Then she tilted her head back and let the hot pouring water soak her hair and head. She lathered up a bar of soap in her armpits, and giggled about how she had decided not to shave the hair there. It was not a feminist action, because she had shaved her legs just a few days previous in the bathtub. She had decided not to shave her armpit hair for health reasons and for her preference. She liked the feeling of silky legs, but she did not like the feeling of shaven stubbles in the armpit. She preferred the feeling of her soft armpit hair, and she knew that deodorant on shaved areas could create health issues. For all of these reasons, she decided that she would break the habit of shaving her armpit hair. Yet she giggled touching the nice soft hair there, knowing how the world she grew up in thought about women who didn't shave that hair. "I'm a beast!" she laughed and enjoyed the scent of the saop. She let the water rinse off the soap as she held up her arms to the shower head.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
Shanna had celebrated her 52nd birthday alone. She had decided that since she spent the majority of her time alone, holidays and celebrations were not going to be special or a priority in her life anymore. She looked into the long full-body mirror to judge herself the way she judged others, on appearance.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
Political Discussion?
Five or ten years ago I didn't mind talking about government or politics with other people. I used to write articles about how as an American it was our duty to vote. I would send my vote through the mail when I knew enough to do so. Then I became a Felon in 2018 and although I can go through the red-tape process of re-instating my voting privilege, I haven't done so since I was released from jail five years ago. My opinion on voting changed. I'm just not sure that I trust the voting system. It's not because Biden and Trump say whatever they say. It's because logically thinking, I see too many ways for the current voting system to make mistakes. That's not democracy then. That's just a flawed veil to make it seem like the people's opinions matter, when in reality, there is no way to know for certain what the masses really want.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in The Swamp
The Existential Woman
Shoshanna, often just called Shanna, was struggling after having turned 50. She had spent the last years of her 40s coming to terms with loss of family, loss of career, and loss of reputation. She had spent many tears and lonely days and nights pondering how it all went "wrong" and why life hadn't turned out the way she thought it was supposed to. She had spat venom at taunters who wanted to "teach" her how to be, as she clung to her "freedom" with her bitten down fingers with every last hope and strength she had left.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
Frustrated and Restless
I have so much frustration pent up and I've got to rant and vent again. I just spent my Tuesday morning watching videos of towns and cities around the United States that are swamped with homeless people and failing economies. Poverty, crime, and depression in abundance in many towns and cities and it breaks my heart. This is not the America I remember from my childhood in the 70s. This is not the America I remember as a teenager in the 80s. I know some things started going bad for America in the 90s, but now in this new millenium, things have gone from bad to horrible, and I don't want to sit here and do nothing but whine and cry about it. I want to get out there and get my hands dirty and do whatever I can.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in The Swamp
Detailing My Stance on Children
I just have to get this out. People really hate me or think I'm a psycho when they hear me say something snide or sarcastic about parents and their children. Forgive me. I don't really hate children. I feel sorry for them and their parents. Oh, I know I'm supposed to congratulate a new mom who's changing her baby's diaper, and I know I'm suppose to look at the proud parents holding their youngin's hands with a smile of pride and approval, but that's not the way I really feel. I don't believe in that kind of stuff anymore. I've seen too much bad stuff go down in those nuclear type of families. It's not "Little House on the Prairie" or "The Waltons" anymore. After "The Simpsons" and "Family Guy" really showed me what Americans think about the family, I could never look at parents and children the same way again.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Families
Male Roles in Society
I saw the movie "Dead Poet's Society" over 30 years ago when I was still in high school and falling more in love with poetry and my English classes. Robin Wiliams starred as the main teacher who is "fired" from the job that he gives up having a normal life for (because "he loves teaching") due to a student committing suicide and leaving the school with no other option. The student (Neal) who committed suicide did so because he could not find a way to make his family happy and be happy for himself. His good family expected him to continue on with his education and become a doctor. They were not extremely wealthy according to Neal, although the scenes show that they were probably upper middle class and the movie suggests that they had planned this "doctor" role for Neal all of Neal's life. Yet Neal did not want to be a doctor, and knowing that his desire to be an actor would cause his family pain, was too painful for him to endure. He felt like he had no choice. He felt trapped in a no-win situation. The story is tragic. Not only did a beloved inspiring teacher lose his job, but a loving couple lost their son, all because there was not enough honesty and compromise in the communications. A sad case of "My way or the highway" ending up in dire consequences.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Geeks
Female Roles in Society
Yesterday I purchased the digital copy of the movie "Mona Lisa Smile" and I posted a link on Facebook to the trailer for the movie with the comment, "if I hate you, it's because of the pain of all the women in this movie."
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Geeks