I got an e-mail from my good friend Rosa the other day. She expressed hope that my vacation was actually as much fun as I was making it out to be on my blog. I wrote back complimenting her on her astuteness. And also on her ability to read between the lines. And also just because Rosa is awesome and deserves to be complimented daily.
The very next day Anita left me a comment telling me I have great adventures. I assured her that nothing could be farther from the truth. (Anita is also awesome and deserves to be complimented daily. Scoot on over and compliment her right now, if you haven't already!)
I figure no-one wants to hear me ramble on about old family rivalries or personality conflicts or all the damn mosquitoes unless I can find a way to make those things funny. And if I was suddenly hit with the inspiration to make those things humorous - or at least entertaining - I'd share those things.
Because no-one wants to hear me whine all the livelong day.
Except maybe Tom.
He loves it.
He thrives on it.
When we were dating, 'our song' was Basketcase by Green Day(referenced in the title of this post).
We did indeed have the time to listen to each other whine. About nothing and everything all we wanted. So we made a commitment.
But none of you have made that sort of commitment to me, so I try to keep the whining to a minimum. Besides, it's been my experience that people NOT on vacation tend to have very little sympathy for the whining of people who ARE on vacation.
I'm sensitive to your feelings that way.
Anyway. Just me? Am I the only one pulling trivial details out of mundane days and turning them into virtual essays, or are the rest of you actually living the lives of mystery, intrigue and intellectual discourse presented in your blogs?
I imagine everyone living more exciting lives than mine, then I'm told I present mine as exciting! Lightbulb moment! Maybe THEY'RE (you're) big exaggerating exaggerate pants who exaggerate, too... Maybe my mundane little life isn't as comparatively dull as I think it is. Maybe - just maybe - I'm normal.
Nah, who am I kiddin'?
a note to my peeps: I'll probably be off the grid for a couple days as we drive home NOT in the camper of every convenience, but in the car it towed down here. Miss you already!