Why Blog It?

There's a good reason why this is not a political blog-- I hate it when I can't express the frustrations and many shades of gray of my political opinions without more work and time and energy than I'm willing or able to devote to researching good political arguments. It's fairly easy to spend some time thinking about how to express a quirky story or anecdote, it takes a little while to polish it but it's not like I need to do some major reading to make sure that my political argument is well-researched and documented-- which I think is the responsibility of anyone who does that kind of blog.

But what else do I leave out? Frustrations with the hubby? The little argument with some sibling? The bad day I had because of ??? These are all hypothetical-- I haven't really had a bad day-- other than a brief moment where I was trying to "be good" and ended up being a jerk ANYfrickinWay. Sigh. There are other things I could and don't write about, but to mention them would be writing about them, right?

But. I am a competitive sort by nature. I read other good political blogs, or other funnier than mine blogs and I want to compete. I wish I lead a fun and interesting single-girl life that read like Sex in the City, or that my marriage was quirky enough to compete with that sort of blog (it is, but I still want to keep some things private).

It doesn't matter that I don't compete, (by my choice) that my readership (Hi Mom) is so much smaller and more personal than those blogs I'm feeling competitive with. So I get all angst-y about it. Maybe whining and feeling anxious is more my style, then. Feeling paranoid and a bit like people are talking about me behind my back has always worked for me in the past.

But I'm up much earlier than normal today (the cat is back in bed already-- you know it's early when you've worn out the cat who likes to wake people up). So I ought to get a lot of work done today. And I had scheduled in feeling sorry for myself at approximately 8:30 today, so I can check that off my to-do list.*

See how much I'm already getting done by getting up earlier?

*and a bit earlier than sheduled, too. See how efficient I am?