You'll have to forgive me from taking a break from "God is a callous bitch, Parts I & II". I'm just too exhausted to handle that subject today. But I have a new topic to blog about.
I read through this entire blog last night, and, well, if I'm not the funniest person you know, maybe you need to get new friends. Aren't we our own worst critics? I think I'm funny, but in a weird way not a lot of people like. I think my life can be humorous but who really wants to read about my life? 8 people, apparently. And thank you for that. You validate this blog. Otherwise, it'd just be me rambling to myself in a wide-open-public forum. I do that walking to my garage every morning when I talk to myself. I get that from my mother. She hums to silence the voices in her head. I actually have conversations with myself. It's because I'm the only person I like.
I've been told, by more than one person and that other person isn't the voice in my own head, that I should write....a book....or something. When I stop to seriously consider that, I think, who the hell would want to read anything I write? And what, pray tell, would I write about? This blog is, essentially, me. I write about me. I've written more blogs about my own dreams than anything else. What's interesting about that? They're freaking hilarious to me....but that's because they're mine. I read through this blog and I think I'm fall-down-pee-your-pants-funny. But I'm not the most objective person on this topic, am I?
So I'm going to be pondering this.....If I were to write a book, what would I write about? Would it be fiction or nonfiction? Because it can't just be a reiteration of my dreams. Only I find those funny.
Did I tell you about the one where I worked at Burger King and a girl from high school was my boss? I hope that's not a premonition of things to come....It might be if I choose to write a book.
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