Isn’t it ironic that a singer would make her rise to fame through lyrics that are nothing more than rhyming clichés set to music? Good for her for doing it though. Alanis Morissette was popular.
Actually the irony I feel I need to point out is the fact that I went out of my way to post that I wasn’t going to post anymore for a while and then I only missed one day. Should I be embarrassed about that? I’m going to go with no this time. It’s my blog and I can do whatever I want on it!
Believe it or not I didn’t write the post in some desperate way to fish for compliments or see which readers cared enough to comment. I was surprised anyone commented at all. I thought it would be one of those posts that silently sit in the blogosphere. Even though I posted with no expectations I felt warm and fuzzy that so many people cared!
The nice thing about that post, the reason why I wrote it, was that that the pressure was off. This is not a performance for anyone but sometimes I feel like I need to write something to get out of my head and I sit down and nothing comes out. That’s frustrating. So after a few forced posts and more whiny narcissistic posts than I should have written I threatened to pull the plug for a while. Ironically the joy of writing returned with a bonus of several cool writing prompts from my mom. Maybe it wasn’t that ironic though. Maybe we all saw that one coming.
Life is not a movie. I do my best to make my normal life exciting but sometimes it’s just normal. You can’t order it in neat little categories to write about on a schedule and you can’t order drama, comedy, or tear jerking moments. It’s life . . . according to me.