Single me out
I'm thick into the tangled web called life, and sometimes it just overwhelms me so. I know I have to move my feet in a certain direction, but I feel stuck. I know I'm going somewhere even if I'm not moving. I really have to get my feet moving. One step at a time, my horoscope encouraged me.
I've been caught up in deadlines which I didn't knew existed, and I ran out to meet them. Now I'm wondering whether I should've run or not. Others in the same race are walking at a leisurely pace, and although I've crossed my finish line, I now see so many errors during my mad dash to the finish.
Should've. Could've. Would've.
And nothing I can do about it.
Maybe someday I'll be less cryptic and actually expound on what it is I'm doing. It's not like it's a secret worthy of the Secret Service anyway. God what an awful joke!
A friend showed me his alter-blog today. Funny this blogging thing. You develop your own online persona and then you develop another one to counter it. People with Multiple Personality Disorders (it's not schizophrenia, people! that's entirely different!) can come up with online versions of ALL their personalities and still have time to dream up others.
I wonder if the denizens of psychiatric institutions have access to the internet. All avid bloggers claim that blogging is a form of therapy. Wouldn't that be interesting? In the same way, prisoners should be able to blog too. I mean, if citizens of Iraq and Lebanon are telling how it really is through their blogs, why can't these institutionalized people?
I'm veering away from what I purported to write about, which was about blogging in general.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't too off-track.
Blogs. Therapy.
The thing about my friend is he doesn't just have his blogs as an outlet. He has a girlfriend too. (and i'm not saying that girlfriends are just that -- outlets -- ok?) I felt a teeny bit of envy zapping out from my end of the keyboard to his (we were chatting). Then I had to remind myself (like i just did last night, and the other night, and the other night...) that I don't need that sort of complication right now because I have things to fix! I have myself to fix!
But ah... what I'd give to have things more complicated. :)
I've been caught up in deadlines which I didn't knew existed, and I ran out to meet them. Now I'm wondering whether I should've run or not. Others in the same race are walking at a leisurely pace, and although I've crossed my finish line, I now see so many errors during my mad dash to the finish.
Should've. Could've. Would've.
And nothing I can do about it.
Maybe someday I'll be less cryptic and actually expound on what it is I'm doing. It's not like it's a secret worthy of the Secret Service anyway. God what an awful joke!
A friend showed me his alter-blog today. Funny this blogging thing. You develop your own online persona and then you develop another one to counter it. People with Multiple Personality Disorders (it's not schizophrenia, people! that's entirely different!) can come up with online versions of ALL their personalities and still have time to dream up others.
I wonder if the denizens of psychiatric institutions have access to the internet. All avid bloggers claim that blogging is a form of therapy. Wouldn't that be interesting? In the same way, prisoners should be able to blog too. I mean, if citizens of Iraq and Lebanon are telling how it really is through their blogs, why can't these institutionalized people?
I'm veering away from what I purported to write about, which was about blogging in general.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't too off-track.
Blogs. Therapy.
The thing about my friend is he doesn't just have his blogs as an outlet. He has a girlfriend too. (and i'm not saying that girlfriends are just that -- outlets -- ok?) I felt a teeny bit of envy zapping out from my end of the keyboard to his (we were chatting). Then I had to remind myself (like i just did last night, and the other night, and the other night...) that I don't need that sort of complication right now because I have things to fix! I have myself to fix!
But ah... what I'd give to have things more complicated. :)
posted by portergirl @ 5:28 PM
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