Thursday, January 12, 2012
"Your Coping Strategy is Proving Ineffective. . ."
Yesterday my friend and co-worker C_____ said to me, "You haven't posted anything on your blog lately." I told her that I didn't have anything to say. It's quite easy for me to type when I have nothing of interest to say, but I do try to avoid it.
I can't even write about media stuff at the moment because all I've watched for the last couple of weeks has been Kitchen Nightmares and Doctor Who (oh, and a few Laurel and Hardys. I'm about to reach some of their break-out features, I'll surely post when that happens) and how often can you write about them? I mean, I could, because I'm a geek, but I also don't want the people who visit me here to walk away rolling their eyes.
For the same reasons, I don't like to overdue the personal posts, either. I'm sure everyone "gets" it by now that the Holidays didn't just hit me hard, they pummeled me into submission, and instead of bouncing back I've been slowly devolving into a sluglike creature, a Jabba the Hut without the ambition or the joy in what he does. How long can a person play Mahjong fer crine out loud? Apparently, as long as it takes.
At least it's better than the alternative. Last night I went over my limit, and whenever that happens I always come up with Seemingly Great Ideas -- and then implement them without consulting the rational part of my brain. This would be less of a problem if I could remember the next morning exactly what I'd done.
There, you see? I'm writing without anything meaningful to say. It's time I took a cue from Gordon Ramsay and hollered at myself: "Right, stop! Just STOP! Shut the place down! Shut it down!"