Three years ago, blogging and social media shenanigans got kicked down to the bottom of my priorities list for a number of reasons, important reasons and a shifting of priorities. These reasons and priorities took up most of my time. But not all of it. I had plenty of time to blog. The main reason I haven’t been blogging is simple.
I just have not felt like it. Period.
Another reason? Spending precious time and energy writing and then sharing my words with people when I knew damn well that a hefty chunk of those people would react in an aggressive, argumentative, or butt hurt ways seemed like a waste of time to me. Why would I do something that doesn’t feel good if I didn’t absolutely have to?
I wouldn’t because I’m not a masochist.
Another reason for not blogging that I’ll share is that even after all these years, I know that a hefty chunk of people do not give half a shit what I have to say. I have never NOT thought any different about that, but it didn’t used to make me feel like NOT blogging. It still doesn’t.
And… at the risk of other bloggers getting mucho offended, argumentative, and butt hurt, (despite the fact that I only speak for myself) is that putting my words out there in the first place was, is, and will always feel like a conceited and desperately pathetic attention seeking thing to do.
So what changed?
Nothing changed.
So what am I trying to say in this blog post?
Nothing really.
Why did I write a blog post?
In the movie, “Forrest Gump,” the main character, Forrest Gump started running one day and didn’t stop for three years, two months, fourteen days and sixteen hours. When asked why we was running so far and for so long and he said, “I just felt like running.”
Well, I just felt like blogging.
Meow!
Filed under: Mental Health
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