Addicted?

(shrugs) I wouldn’t consider myself addicted to blogging. But who knows it could be a part of the denial process that I live in. I like to write, because I like to think that someone in Haiti –or any other obscure place- is sitting at their computer pretending that I am in the most interesting person in the world. I know I am not but I feel as though I am some what interesting to some body out there. Maybe?

I find myself reading other folks blogs, as I have discussed in the past, not to steal their ideas or their themes but to get myself more interested in writing more. I wonder if my blog is linked in someone’s “favorites” and I think that must be truly an honor. I have some blogs in my favorites that I truly do enjoy and when you get a forward from me that is most likely where they come from.

It is hard to believe that there are as many folks out in the world that have internet access and that sit and do the same thing I do. Then I hit “next blog” on the top part of the screen and find that spell check apparently isn’t on every computer. I am not saying that I am a spell check snob but come on people. Your blog is supposed to reflect you. Are you really that rushed in your life that you must post a blog about what boots you are wearing to TGIF tonight but you can’t do a second glance before you hit save to realize that you added an extra o to boot or you put poot instead of boot?

Maybe I am this big critical monster and it only rears its ugly little beady eyed self in the distant realms of my imagination. Or maybe I just expect so much more from people than I will actually fully get in life. There are many times a day that I reflect on the nonsense that is Idiocracy. Americans will soon just be a community surrounded in trash sucking lard out of KFC buckets. Gosh that really does scare me. I find myself having conversations with friends about the breeding epidemic of the world. The intelligent have postponed their breeding until later in life while the not so smart have already bred multiple times. Not that I should compare childrearing to the event of animal breeding and I know reading back that is what it seems I am doing and you can consider me a horrible person for it and take me off your favorites list but it truly does concern me.

More thought should go into having children than into the act itself. It makes me sad to see some of my friends in the same age range that want nothing more than to have their own perfect children watch with sad eyes as teenage mothers are able to pop out one every nine months. One could state that “if they were so smart they too would have started earlier” but when it comes down to it these friends wanted to be done with school, have the extra money in the bank and maybe dump that old rental and actually own a home before bringing a child into the world and by the time they came to that point in their lives making a baby wasn’t so easy anymore. I am not saying what is right and what is wrong. I am not reflection of an ideal “breeder” I have more self destructive, selfish and internal issues then the latest woman’s journal. I just wish there was a change in the way people think about things. I wish that each person would just reflect a little more about the things they do every day. I wish that that people realized consequences of life were still out there.

I am sorry for the not so “perky” blog today I just feel like I have a lot on my plate these days and it still helps to push it off in here. I will try harder to be a better person tomorrow. Now let me go grab a smoke and maybe a coffee.