Hermitude
Ok, I lied, I did get a little crazy thinking about cleaning the house. I haven't wanted to do anything the last few days. As soon as I feel a little better though I end up doing something and make myself feel worse again. I think it's a lot like eating. You know when you have a food you really like and you start feeling bad but continue to eat it until you feel ill? So then you stop eating it, but as soon as you feel pretty much normal again you start eating it again. Mistake! But it's what you (or I anyway) do unless you either make a conscious decision not to, or the food runs out. That's also how I am with "fun" activities. I think as I get older and more tired maybe I'll stop doing this. It seems like that's what most people do. Maybe it's that their bodies are giving them louder and louder warnings that the partying and other "fun" they do isn't very good for them. It's the mind (which seems way slower than the body for figuring stuff out in my opinion) catching on to what the body's been saying since that first hangover or that first day of diarrhea/indigestion after overeating.
Oh yeah, what I really logged on to say is: Plain yogurt is nice! I thought I didn't like yogurt, but that's because of all the sugar in the flavored stuff. Without sugar it's pretty sweet! I bought the yogurt for another, totally gross reason that I think most women can figure out, and ate some for lunch to further aid the female-problem-thingy, and it was a pretty tasty time. It went well with the awesome fudgy birthday cake my coworkers bought me. Of course I turned beet red when they brought it out, my blushing seems to be out of control around people I don't know well. No, it's more than that, it's people I don't know that I think may think I'm weird if they got to know me better. Random burningman/san francisco electronic music scene/politically active/alternative culture people never embarrass me.
Ok, now that I feel better it's time to go out tonight with my boyfriend to see the most famous Neil Diamond tribute band. Wheee, let's see how quickly I decent back into hermitude! Will I ever clean my house? Will I ever choose a career? Will I become a wildly successful world-changing guru of The Next Big Thing or an anti-social hermit who pushes twigs into rocks all day? Stay tuned for the answer!
posted by Vanessa @ 15:28
3 Comments:
I stopped in to say hello. I hope all is well. I hope I am not intruding ("Not that it matters anyway, no one reads this, which is as it should be, there's a reason I haven't told anyone about this."). I liked your blog about why people write.
I agree with your theory, which I might paraphrase as the part of a person that writes only allows us to make inferences about that part of that person. Well put.
I look at your quote about nobody reading this and I think of why I write, fully aware that I have an audience passing judgment. For me writing is the means and the ends because people read it. I wonder what I would I might write (because it would not be what I have written on my blog) if I was writing for no one or just writing for myself, one of which might be your chosen goal.
My point is that when you ask why people write, the answer is usually directly related to the desired effect on the intended audience.
...And now, apparently, the unintended audience.
Like I said, I hope all is well with you. I am happy to make the first official comment on here; feel free to delete it if you're not nearly as happy.
-Steve
Steve! Wow, I figure you found me through my sister's blog? You have her link on your page so I'm making the wild guess that you are my old friend Steve. Nice! I'll have to read your page when I have more time. What's up?
Your sister didn't post the link, but she told me it existed and I kinda figured it out from there.
It'd be easy for me to say there's nothing new, but I haven't seen you since 12th grade and I'm in 19th grade now (last year of law school; going to be a lawyer soon). (Scary). Everything new is pretty much directly related to that venture.
I wasn't sure if you were interested in having visitors -- visitors from high school no less. Seems like you're cool with it, so, you have an audience now.
In case you're wondering, Bacon is my cat's name.
-Steve
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