Nothing.
Today I have absolutely nothing to blog about. Today, I will openly proclaim that that is okay. I was talking to a good friend about blogging/journaling and she said she doesn’t because she is afraid that she can’t keep it up. After several emails back and forth, we decided that is not a good excuse.
To come to that conclusion, we had to jump the hurdle of guilt. I, at first, agreed with Rachel that maintaining a blog/journal is difficult. But why should it be? It is my blog, my journal and we should write when we want to/feel compelled. Anything more is another annoying task. Who needs that? I am already annoyed 50-plus hours per week with work. Not to mention when my week is complicated by travel – traveling is annoying (whereas arriving – where you want to be is wonderful ---but then you must return), packing is annoying, unpacking is annoying, and laundry on both ends of travel is uber annoying. Dry-cleaning is no better, because wire hangers are uber annoying and returning them (because I both loathe wire hangers, but love the environment too much to toss them out) is annoying. But those aren’t necessarily task and I am way off subject, so I’ll cease.
Anyway, the point is one should write when he wants and what he wants. If one would browse my journal that I keep hidden (from even myself) in my room, not only would you think I am ab-so-lutely insane, but you would note how many paragraphs I wasted apologizing to myself for neglecting my journal. That in and of itself is a little odd – if not compulsive or obsessive even.
That means today, I will not be blogging. This isn’t a blog, but rather a rant on why I am not blogging today. I certainly will not be blogging this weekend from my mother’s place in Columbus, Ohio. Whenever I go to Columbus I do nothing but lie around brain-dead watching movies.
Runners up to blogging about nothing:
Blogging about how I am easily the worse-dressed person in the office today. I am wearing a wrinkled orange polo (ironing and apparently folding clothes are also annoying) with khakis that I am pretty sure I’ve already worn this week (it is only Wednesday) with shoes that are comfortable, but far from corporate. I pray that I don’t get called into a meeting today, and I am working with a frowned-determination that says please don’t talk to me I am very, very busy but really I just don’t want anyone to see what I am wearing.
Blogging about how I (yes me) suggested to my boss that I get to work early today so that I could help in case any pre-presentation emergencies came up, but instead came in later than usual. Contrast that with the fact that I told her I need to leave by 5pm today to catch my flight, but now I need to leave at 3pm today because I did not pack for said trip. (Packing is much too annoying to do the night before).
Finally, I wanted to share how Jessica and I walked by a guy (around 10pm last night) working out on the side walk in Tribeca. Dude was wearing a headscarf, no shirt, workout shorts, pulled-up white socks, high-top sneakers, and he was blaring music out of a boom box. He was doing fake-ass push ups on poles as we walked by. As is typical of New York, no one even broke stride as they walked by this man doing his thing.
Have a happy 4th!
To come to that conclusion, we had to jump the hurdle of guilt. I, at first, agreed with Rachel that maintaining a blog/journal is difficult. But why should it be? It is my blog, my journal and we should write when we want to/feel compelled. Anything more is another annoying task. Who needs that? I am already annoyed 50-plus hours per week with work. Not to mention when my week is complicated by travel – traveling is annoying (whereas arriving – where you want to be is wonderful ---but then you must return), packing is annoying, unpacking is annoying, and laundry on both ends of travel is uber annoying. Dry-cleaning is no better, because wire hangers are uber annoying and returning them (because I both loathe wire hangers, but love the environment too much to toss them out) is annoying. But those aren’t necessarily task and I am way off subject, so I’ll cease.
Anyway, the point is one should write when he wants and what he wants. If one would browse my journal that I keep hidden (from even myself) in my room, not only would you think I am ab-so-lutely insane, but you would note how many paragraphs I wasted apologizing to myself for neglecting my journal. That in and of itself is a little odd – if not compulsive or obsessive even.
That means today, I will not be blogging. This isn’t a blog, but rather a rant on why I am not blogging today. I certainly will not be blogging this weekend from my mother’s place in Columbus, Ohio. Whenever I go to Columbus I do nothing but lie around brain-dead watching movies.
Runners up to blogging about nothing:
Blogging about how I am easily the worse-dressed person in the office today. I am wearing a wrinkled orange polo (ironing and apparently folding clothes are also annoying) with khakis that I am pretty sure I’ve already worn this week (it is only Wednesday) with shoes that are comfortable, but far from corporate. I pray that I don’t get called into a meeting today, and I am working with a frowned-determination that says please don’t talk to me I am very, very busy but really I just don’t want anyone to see what I am wearing.
Blogging about how I (yes me) suggested to my boss that I get to work early today so that I could help in case any pre-presentation emergencies came up, but instead came in later than usual. Contrast that with the fact that I told her I need to leave by 5pm today to catch my flight, but now I need to leave at 3pm today because I did not pack for said trip. (Packing is much too annoying to do the night before).
Finally, I wanted to share how Jessica and I walked by a guy (around 10pm last night) working out on the side walk in Tribeca. Dude was wearing a headscarf, no shirt, workout shorts, pulled-up white socks, high-top sneakers, and he was blaring music out of a boom box. He was doing fake-ass push ups on poles as we walked by. As is typical of New York, no one even broke stride as they walked by this man doing his thing.
Have a happy 4th!
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