Wednesday, May 21


Mandatory Unloading of Blogage*:

It would not be a stretch for me to say I've started this post at least a dozen times in half as many days. Yes, yes, you've heard that before from many bloggers but at least we all have that (hopefully) occasional frustration in common. Ain't life grand?

Seriously, lately it's like I want to scream out everything but not really because it's not mine to scream. I have a total admiration (and down right jealousy sometimes) of people that can just unload into the blogosphere and stand there, exposed, and inviting discussion. Discussion of their inner most burdens, fears, etcetera. Basically all the stuff I don't cover here.

Okay, so I whine and complain about this and that but I don't really tell "mah story" and that is something I have found very frustrating lately. Very frustrating. And somewhat stressful.

There is fine balance maintained among the baskets I carry, each basket contains another living, breathing soul and while their existence makes their story part of mine, I can't talk about x in basket because it's not my story and my part of the story isn't complete without theirs. Such is life.

Babble babble babble. Yup, one hell of a fun brook I am these days. You know I feel like I'm phoning it in all over the place and it's getting under my skin. Not because I'm really phoning it in, it's that I feel like I'm phoning it in, but in reality, it's more like I'm trying to text from a Maxwell Smart shoe phone and it just ain't compatible with my blogger account yo. I feel disconnected from what's going on out there and that bugs the hell out of me.

See why I didn't want to press publish on this post? I hate rainy days. But today is my day to piddle on the parade.

Regular blogging will resume shortly. Somebody tag me for a meme and pull me outta this mire, k?

* Mandatory Unloading of Blogage: necessary unloading of personal whoa is required from each blogger at least one per twelve month period, a period that begins from conception of blog. More than once a year is completely acceptable but more than five times weekly is not advised.


SciFi Dad said...

You want time consuming?

Try the six degrees post I did a couple of weeks ago:

It's not a meme... YET! If I can get you to try it, then maybe it can become one.

So, why not give it a try? (Visio flowchart optional.)

Don Mills Diva said...

I so hear you.

I envy people who use their blog as a journal - it would be such a sweet release. But I don't do that either - I can't tell stories that aren't mine and yet it's hard to write when I have other people's worries on my mind.

Have you done the 6-word meme? Describe yourself and your life in six words. I've been thinking about it for a month and still can't get it...

growingapair said...

I feel the same way. There's so much I cannto write about, for whatever reason, I sometimes wish I had started my blog anonymously. But then the vain part of me is like "well who in the hell would read it, then?"

If you ever need a place to unload your bloggage anonymously, you're welcome at my place anytime.

Diana said...

I feel your pain. Really, I do. I finally got over the 'oh-my-gawd-people-I-KNOW-know-read-my-blog' hump and now I've got a major case of blog constipation. I've got about 4 posts started in draft but can't seem to finish even one of them. To really say what I want to say it's going to get deep. Personal, deep. And I'm just not sure how deep I can take it right now.

Mamalooper said...

I hear ya - have some things that I am working through at the moment that I would love love love to blog about but it is just too personal.

Feel better soon...

BlondeMomBlog (Jamie) said...

I hear you loud and clear. Blogging is such a curious thing. We're putting ourselves out there on the Internet, but then again not really. My mother reads my blog and then I recently found out (much to my horror...bemusement?) that my husband's UNCLE reads it!

Oh my..

So yes, I choose not to write about certain things. It may not be deep. It may be fluffy. But it's mah blog dammit.

nomotherearth said...

I have a lot of things that I feel like I can't say, and yet I want to explode for the telling of them. It sucks. I hear you. I just don't want to hurt anyone just because I need release, ya know? But then, all my other posts end up being terribly boring. Bah-OR-ring.

metro mama said...

I'm having this problem now I'm totally out of the closet. Sometimes I feel like starting over.

Heather said...

I was just thinking about that. How boring my blog must really be.

Oh well!

Hope things are looking up for you.

There's always the good old fashioned pen and paper, then match and trash can...

Amanda said...

Hmm, no wisdom, just a promise to keep coming back.

Chicky Chicky Baby said...

I love you.

I'm sending you virtual squeezes right now.

Oh, and I'm totally squishing your head. Squish, squish.

kittenpie said...

Oh, hon. I hope you find a place to talk about it or a way to talk about it that feels okay, because it is so good to unload sometimes. The basement, perhaps, or even just writing it out and not hitting publish - I think we've all done that a time or two. Hugs, in the meantime, and a shoulder and associated ear any time you need them, okay?

Kyla said...

Ugh ugh ugh. I'm a purger. (is that how you spell purge-er? because once I typed it it looked a lot like burger with a P. hmmm.) I'd explode or have a major ulcer without it. If you want to unload in my inbox, it is always open for you.

Janet said...

I have weekly panic attacks to shut down my blog. Because I am putting my private thoughts and pictures and stuff on the Internet and essentially doing all of the things that I would advise my kids not to do on the Internet. Well, except for sharing nude photos: I don't roll that way.

Be well.

Mayberry said...

Ooh, maybe Janet has a solution for you! Throw up some nakie pictures and then you can write whatever you want in between.

xox feel better soon.

Mandy said...

I hear you about the self-imposed limitations of this kind of space. I would never put personal stuff out there... it's not my style. I admire those who have the courage to do it though.

Bloggy hugs.

kgirl said...

This is pretty tame for an unloadage. Must be the East Coaster in you.

Hope it helped. Once in a while I write something pretty personal, and hate that it makes me look vulnerable.

Time to try for a playdate?

mamatulip said...

I know how you feel.


Feel free to vent to me. Anytime.

mothergoosemouse said...

Yeah. I envy those with the freedom and confidence to spill their guts.

Wish we could sit down together in person and unload.