Up late and rambling because the kitchen is closed
Saturday, January 17, 2015
What is it about blogging that draws me? It's not like anyone is reading them. I knew that would be the case when I decided to quit pretending to be cheerful 24/7.
I mean It's not like I spend my life with a little storm cloud over my head, I just need to get a little more real about life the universe and, well, me.
I had a wonderful time tonight; the whole family got together for dinner at my brother's place. We had 2 tables full of people, the table I was at was discussing the history of politics in Alaska, and the other table was discussing Japanese talking toilets. So I ask you, what really is the difference?
The problem I have with trying to pretend that my issues aren't there is I can't deal with issues I can't even look at. I mean how am I supposed to lose weight without mucking about in the dark side of who I am? If I can't dig up the feelings, face them, and make peace with them how can I ever hope to stop self-soothing? Continuing to try weight loss without the messier work of sorting myself out as a person is the very definition of insanity.
So here I am, messy, not always upbeat, sometimes whiny, but never boring. Well, mostly never boring anyway.