I've written two blogs tonight that I will probably never publish. One was a semi-disjointed complain-y bit about the dearth of community within the single/childless/female bloggers in the innerwebz that didn't really go in any acceptable direction, but maybe will in the light of day. Maybe I'll just ditch it. I just see the intricate communities within the Women Who Blog And Also Have Children (I don't use "the" word, I am friends with too many WWBAAHC, dudes. I know that word causes trouble.) If I had the skills (I do not) and the woman-power/money/resources (don't have that either) or a magic glitter unicorn fairy I'd make it happen for us singletons, but I don't, so complaining about it made for an entry that really had no POINT or CONCLUSION and it fizzled like so much flat Diet Coke.
The other one was a psychotic rant about how much I hate myself, and is kind of an explanation of what bipolar does to a person and why my moods have been swinging like a big swinging thing lately, and that's just tiresome, right? And I'll get oodles of trolls for it, and anonymous emails that shriek "ATTENTION WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE" and I am too old and too tired for that, frankly, and we ALL KNOW I'M CRAZY, no need to belabor the point. So that one will stay in draft form as well.
At the same time, I am not a fan of censorship, and self-censorship is especially distasteful in my eyes, and I find myself doing too much of it, so perhaps I'll flesh both of them out and publish them anyway. Or maybe not. Perhaps it's just self-preservation. I'm vair indecisive right now.
ISN'T THIS FASCINATING?
God, woman, get on with…SOMETHING.
Oh! Another thing I haven't talked about yet that I may or may not flesh out is my take on the Catholic church scandal and how *I* think the Pope should resign and maybe there will be a schism or the Church will IMPLODE and THAT'S not a controversial topic AT ALL, is it? I haven't done that one because it all keeps going into rants about how much I despised every single second of my all-girls Catholic high school and how the nuns almost drove me directly to the lunatic asylum and thank JEBUDDAH for long-haired rocker boys who would pick my ass up after school in bad cars and we'd go make out or something, cause THAT, friends, kept me sane. But that has nothing to do with the Pope scandal, so that one became ANOTHER rant that went nowhere other than blissfully remembering the days when two high schoolers could just make out for hours until their necks gave out, remember that? Those were the days.
Which brings me back to the whole lack of community within the single ladies who are bloggers, and now we're back to the beginning and is your head swimming as much as mine is?
I HAVE AN IDEA.
The World: Oh no.
No, no, this is a good idea. Why don't YOU, yes YOU, hit the comments and tell me which of the three stories you want me to write about in a semi-coherent manner? One of them? Two of them? All of them? NONE of them? Hit me up in the comments, dudes, and YOUR WISH SHALL BE MY COMMAND. I am but a simple worker bee. Tell me what to write and I'll do it, just FOR YOU, my beloved little squirrels.