queen

You know what? Blogging, like all things in life, requires immense practice and immense patience. I'm not a horrible writer. I've never gotten anything lower than an A on any essay, and I've been told that my fiction writing (one or two short horror stories over the past couple of years) is elegant and compelling.

What I distinctly lack is the ability to write about, or talk about, for that matter, myself. I'm interesting once you get to know me, I promise, but I take a while to warm up to people most of the time, and that's natural. It's normal. It's a behavior that we gained because our early ancestors were constantly exposed to things that wanted to kill them. Ergo, I do not consider myself shy or cold, but evolved. There are many ways to come across as pompous on a blog, and I've just achieved one specific way.

I can't find my glasses, and my eyes hurt, so no contacts. I'm getting a headache! Although it could also be from dehydration because I became hopelessly lost today and ended up walking an extra 3 miles, with no glasses, trying to figure out where I was. And I only got a few hours of sleep, and all I'd had to eat was an apple and a gf granola bar in the morning. I was pretty beat. I just want my glasses!

No one is going to read this, so I figure I can just complain. Because unlike blogging, ineffectual wailing doesn't require any practice or finesse whatsoever, and is therefore the easiest type of blog to compose.

I'm going to go look for my glasses.