1. Night writing
Night writing is bad. I’ve had to force myself to stop writing at night. I keep trying to write entries that are supportive, or at least comforting, and end up reading like I hate all other bloggers ever.
That’s…totally not true. And I do want to write on those topics…just when the sun’s actually up and I’m not accidentally flaming half of the Internet.
2. Unduly territorial
I’ve been getting oddly territorial again. I think it’s a SAD thing, I get like this every fall. Like, I saw a project on FB using a yarn that I’ve been using-a commercial yarn that you can get at big box stores. People are falling over themselves about this project…and I can’t help but thinking that people wouldn’t care at all about what I’m up to because now it’s going to look like I’m piggy backing.
I know that it’s completely nonsensical. At the very least it’s not very important. But still, I shake my fist at you, FB knitting group.
3. I want to tape my boyfriend
Mid should consider himself lucky that my phone is always dead when he does things like dances randomly in the middle of the living room when I get home at night.
Because this is hilarious and the world should really see this.
This is a ‘true’ confession in that it’s probably deeper than most of my confessions: I feel invisible. I feel like what I do or say doesn’t really matter that much.
I almost cried the other night because someone gave me mac and cheese-because it meant that I’m not in fact invisible.
I have to admit that this is one of the nastier sides of blogging (and one that I know that other bloggers have noticed, because The Frugal Girl, who I respect a lot as a blogger, commented recently on this subject, much in the same train of thought as my own). You see people who have these seemingly perfect lives and hundreds of comments and the adoration of everyone.
But then you also have people like The Frugal Girl who openly admits to unfollowing certain bloggers because they seem too perfect and the pressure becomes too much.
I guess what I’m saying is that it’s nice to know that if I’m invisible, there’s probably an invisible army out there.
Dude…maybe that would actually be sort of cool. We could have our own comic books.