Blogging and the “un”natural feel of it

Recently, I was listening to the radio in my truck and the DJ had a caller/listener tell her that he reads her blog all the time.  Of course, I was jealous because I don’t have anyone call me up (or write to me for that matter) telling me that they read my blog everyday, seven days a week.  Admittedly, I don’t post as regularly as I should if I wanted to create a devoted following besides Cyndi and my therapist.  My therapist keeps telling me I need to “work” on expressing myself.  I keep telling her to stuff it and mind her own business.

However, my therapist is merely doing her job and I respect that.  She gets to listen to all this great wonderful stories from an assortment of characters.  I only get to use my mind to create these same scenarios and settings that have no bearing on my real life.  Then again, who would really want to change lives with the next average person they meet?  We all have our little quirks, problems, and hang ups.  Would we really want to exchange our lives for a stranger’s presumed “better” life?  How do you know that person is in a better situation that you are in?  Is there life that much better than yours?  Is the grass really greener on the other side of the fence?  Perhaps it is greener because their lives is full of crap (which makes excellent fertilizater by the way).  Maybe they have to put up with the nagging wife, bratty kids, or insensitive selfish husband and they really just want to put a gun up to their head and end it all.

Now, if you didn’t know me as a sarcastic person, you might think I just endorsed suicide.  I don’t endorse it at all and don’t believe in it.

Clearly, things could be worse and you might think of that when you are thinking about how handsome I am and how extremely lucky I am.  I know, you can probably just barely contain your excitement each time one of my new blogs come up or a new story of KOTS appears.  Just remember that I am a tortured soul who’s only release is to write and blog…

One thought on “Blogging and the “un”natural feel of it

  1. What’s your therapist’s name? I’m guessing ‘she’ comes in either six-packs or from a state controlled institution (i.e., liquor store).

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