Identity crisis
Sometimes I find myself checking my blog over and over and I realize that it's not comments I'm looking for, it's a new post. Hey, where's that new post on Travels in Booland? Who's that blogger? Why's she slacking off? Fire her!
It's like there's another me, and I'm waiting for her to get all this stuff done. Writing and housework and work work and all that, so I can...I don't know. Read? Go to the movies?
It's like there's another me, and I'm waiting for her to get all this stuff done. Writing and housework and work work and all that, so I can...I don't know. Read? Go to the movies?
posted by elswhere | 9:24 PM
6 Comments:
Yeah, I know that feeling. The problem is that a clone of me would be just like me: We'd both sit on the sof, waiting for the other one to do the work.
That should obviously have been "sofa". Sigh.
I say enslave the troll and get it to work!
I read other blogs looking for new content and then realize, "Duh! I haven't added new content either!"
hah. my answer is d) all of the above.
we humans are funny sometimes.
Sometimes I spend an inordinate amount of time reading my own archives. It feels sort of dirty, somehow, like it's so onanistic, particularly when I don't remember saying or thinking those things at all.
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