I'd Like to Thank This Blog...
And indeed all blogs, for connecting me to the human experience and making me fully aware that the injuries and indignities I suffer are just part and parcel of the human experience, and so therefore, I should NOT obsess about them, but simply treat them as pimples on the ass cheek of life and travel on my merry way.
Because this morning, when I was not quite awake and I stepped in to my shower, left foot first this time, it slipped sideways down the tub, I simply blocked my slide with my right shin, felt the sharp pain of the tub edge meeting the middle of my shin, thought, "Heh...I've read stories in SheWalks' blog MUCH worse than this!"...and went on with my shower. No slowing down, no crying and rubbing the shin, nothing!
So, question of the day is: does the navel gazing that is blogging actually make you LESS self-obsessed, not more? By forcing you to realize that there are other people out there?
And am I a very strange person because my second thought after "OW!" was "Hey, I can put this in my blog!"?
17 comments:
Not at all strange that your second thought was "Hey, I can put this on my blog."
I think most of us eventually begin actively looking for blog material in our own lives...because the "part and parcel" stuff is also INTERESTING! Isn't it cool to be able to tell the world, "Hey, I do that, too!"?
I don't know about you, but it makes me feel better about myself in a surprisingly healthy way.
We are not alone.
~Kurt
The value of the internet can be summed in your final statement:
We are not alone.
*Although, going from your name, shouldn't it be, "Alone, we are not."?
I, too, frequently say, "Oooooh. I need to remember to blog about that."
OMG!! Someone else who thinks the same way I do.
I always have to carry pen and paper with me just in case....
haha.. If I only have enough time in a day to blog everything that I want to blog..
on the side note.. I think we all need to get this t-shirt or thisBabydoll Tee.
You're sweet, but just a tad slow...
I own that babydoll already. Duh.
Oh, and leah, I do that ALL THE DAMN TIME. My posts would be thousands of words long if I remembered everything I'm supposed to blog--I'm a fast typist, and I'm really, really self-absorbed.
Laugh.. you move too fast.. go take another nap at work or something! ^_^
I've owned it for YEARS!
So there. Well, one year.
you need help. You should have managed at least two other distinct thoughts before "Can I blog this?" Like, will I scar? Why does my body not do what I tell it, etc.
Well, that store has the coolest things ever. If I ever win the Lottery, I am buying everything they got...
I wonder if that makes me a geek.. ^_^
From blogging and blog-stalking, I have learned that other single women my age are also alcoholic shopaholics who max out credit cards on traveling and and feeding their addictions. And they can be found all over the world. It's frightening and comforting at the same time.
Just look what you have to look forward to!! :)
Maybe you need rubber traction thingies in the bottom of your tub? Don't hurt yourself Aarwenn, it is very difficult to blog while unconscious! This post has really driven home the fact that as of late I have nothing to blog about. I am a bad blogger. I wish my life were filled with little adventures and witticism that others could laugh at or relate to, but often I go through long dry spells where absolutely nothing of interest happens to me. Or maybe I’m just not looking hard enough? I don’t know, but I do know that I love to blog stalk and it makes sitting at my desk at work almost a social activity, which I love. Keep up the good work!
Aarwenn-
I'm SO glad you didn't end up unconscious like I did! after my incident, I actually bought a new tub with the no-slip things factory installed in the bottom... I guess the trip to the ER made me realize the true meaning of better safe than sorry!
Very good point, misery (and happiness) do love company, that's why blog-stalking is so entertaining!
Okay, I'm not a shopaholic yet, and I have no credit card debt--well, I have a running balance at Victoria's Secret of 100 dollars. Roughly. I am definitely an alcoholic, though, by American standards, and I've got plenty of other addictions, too!* Traveling, not yet...nothing happens until after my car is paid off, in five years. :)
*can't be shared here due to legality issues
Oh, and GREAT idea about rubbery stick-em things on the bottom! Why didn't I think of that?
One more comment in my own blog (as I delve deeper and deeper into layers of my own self-absorption): Holly Hobbie, wow. It's been a long time since I heard that!
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