Really. What’s So Wrong With Eating Your Feelings? Because Mine Taste AWESOME.
What is happening with the world right now?
There are political figures trying to tell me what I can and can’t do with my body, there are people trying to sell me my own intellectual property, and there are princes getting naked all over Vegas but really, no one’s blaming Harry on that last one because who doesn’t want to get naked all over Vegas?
I think there’s just such an overload of fodder out there right now — and such a lack of focus on my part — that I tend to get overwhelmed and rather than talk to anyone ever, I instead opt to curl up on my sofa with a couple of mangy mutts, a glass of Zinfandel, and a streamed movie on Netflix that I didn’t realize was subtitled until 10 minutes in.
In other words, I have a lot of time to think.
There comes a time in most unpaid, extreme ADD blog writers’ “careers,” when the writer must evaluate the situation and make a choice. MY situation is that I’ve been doing this for almost 2 1/2 years, and barely anyone reads Domestiphobia.
Like at all.
And I love those of you who do — you’re like the validation I never got in high school. The prom date, the braces removal, and the boob development all in one, confidence-boosting package. (I actually did end up getting those last two — just not until it was too late to be enjoyed in high school.) It makes me feel like maybe I do have a niche. Like maybe there are some people in this world who get me, and even if you don’t, you still like watching me through that thick zoo glass from the relative safety and comfort of your swivel office chair.
And that’s okay, too.
So that’s my situation.
Therefore my choices, as I see them, are to:
a) Keep doing what I’m doing
c) Pick a focus and work to improve
d) Eat a sandwich.
I’m pretty sure, if you know me at all, (and if you’ve been reading for any length of time, rest assured that you DO know me), then you know which one I choose.