Sometimes I can be quite witty… no really… it’s true. But reading my blogging attempt so far you would think I was suicidal. I am not so dark on my everyday days. I hope you can understand that I just haven’t been able to find one of those days for a little while so it is all rather miserable. I am embarrassed by this but attempting to remain honest - well as honest as any blogger is.
It doesn’t help that I have just finished watching The Passion of Christ which is no laugh-a-minute sitcom. I must admit to eating half a smoked chicken, three cherry tomatoes and a decent mug of wine while I sobbed my way through the whole thing, complete with a not-too-sane empathetic moment with Mary Magdalene. I am exhausted and no closer to solving the puzzle of life and love.
I shouldn’t complain so much because this limbo I am in is rather peaceful. The usual desperate need for attention is being nicely sated by my total self obsession at the moment. And to my credit, an honest effort towards raising my self esteem (whatever the hell that really is).
I feel like I should do something a bit more proactive, like list some goals for the week or dish up some honest but inspiring revelation that will help you understand yourself more, based on my own hard-won wisdom.
But I think all I am going to do is bitch and moan for a bit because it feels better than helping people.