Should I have a clear and determined purpose? (For those of you that know me, and you are few, as I have a STRONG tendency toward hermitism, you most likely know that 'clear and determined purposes' are my kryptonite.
**(As for the tendency toward self-imposed hermitization, it is the embodiment of my social anxiety disorder. It plagues me, yes, but sometimes I can't help but laugh at myself. So it's an issue. And I'm working on it.)**
. ' . ' . ' Chasing rabbits again. (Sorry.)
Should I have a general theme for the blog?? And if so, would I then be forced to adhere to that same theme for the life of the blog?!?! (That sounds a little too daunting, and a lot like a little too much commitment for me.) But still: SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!! . . . How much background information is enough? How much is too much? Should I introduce the major players in my life, much as one would in the opening credits of an 80's sitcom? . . .
(And now I am humming the "Come And Knock on Our Door" Three's Company theme song.)
Side note 1: Michael has always wanted to open a bar named 'The Regal Beagle.' I think this is a business endeavor whose TIME HAS COME!!!
Side note 2: Chris, whom I dated in college, had a SEVERE Jack Tripper man-crush. He thought he (Jack Tripper) was the very definition of awesomeness. He (Chris) was a musician, and even named his band 'The Jack Trippers.' . . . though, come to think of it, I'm not entirely convinced that the band name had more to do with his affinity for Three's Company, or his affinity for tripping on acid.
Side note 3: I've tried acid. I DO NOT suggest it!! And here's why: I talked to a black cat using cat-to-human telepathy, (which I was AMAZED to learn that this was an ability that I possessed until that night) but THIS black cat was a REAL downer by the way, all doom and gloom, nothing interesting to contribute to the conversation, aside from vague references to 'The Plan'---(you know the type.) But once he mentioned 'The Plan,' he got all super-secretive and sketch-ish, so I thought it wise to ask no more questions about The Plan). I looked in a mirror (!!!WHY DID NO ONE WARN ME ABOUT THE MIRRORS?!?!?!!!) and saw my face age decades and decades in the span of a few seconds, and by the end of the night (as I was having, what those crazy kids call 'a bad trip') things were so bad inside my head and surroundings, I decided that I WOULD get out of this, it WOULD wear off, and that there were ALWAYS Three Good Things that would always be around to save me from myself. In no particular order, those things are: food (don't care who you are, the right food with ALWAYS make you feel better), sex (self-explanatory), and Music: To uplift us, elevate us, speak to us, and often times, make it ALL better again. =)
But writing is daunting. Writing a BLOG is daunting! I shudder to even contemplate the potential for typos and grammatical errors. (Best not to even think on it.)
But for some reason this morning I decided I would start a blog, and that's what I am doing. (As you are, by sure, now aware. See? I don't talk down to my readers. Maybe this blog will be a success after all!) And, as I was still quite unsure as to where and when and HOW to start, I finally decided on the most obvious route of "Now". . . . My husband has accused me of over-thinking even the most simple and mundane situations. (He's right. I do this. But please don't EVER tell him that he was right. I get SO FEW chances to be right, that I must SAVOR every one. It is NO SECRET that *I* am the train-wreck-screw-up in this relationship. And it'd make it SO MUCH BETTER if he'd screw up just only OCCASIONALLY!!! But apparently I married the Christ-child Perfect Man. And let me tell you, if you're a screw-up like ME? It can SERIOUSLY, REALLY, SERIOUSLY, SOMETIMES SUCK!!!!) But for now I am just throwing caution to the wind and am going to jump right into this blog mid-episode.
I am tired.
I mean, I am really, REALLY, I-have-a-3-week-old-baby-in-the-house-and-I-have-no-idea-what-I-am-doing tired. Said baby is now relaxing in his vibrating papasan chair, grunting from time to time and seriously just keeping it real.