Overexposure to Awesome
June 9, 2008 | Filed under: Humdrum
“Someone to tell it to is one of the fundamental needs of human beings.” ~Miles Franklin
There’s a woman who works for Southwest Airlines that boards passengers by having them line up in their designated numerical order for each flight. Since I have an automatic ‘A’ boarding pass which leaves me at the front of the line, we’ve started to exchange smiles and hellos. Her name is Crystal, which I know from conversation and she knows my name is Heather because I see her about two to six times a month.
I see Crystal more often than I see my father.
On Sunday after a very long week of nothing yet everything all wrapped up into a ball of good and normal. Though consider that every other word that has escaped from my lips has been dripping with despondence then my ball o’ good and normal has been relatively awesome. So on Sunday after a rousing day of the movies and grocery shopping in daylight for the first time in a month, I contemplated driving up to my father’s house but then it hit me that if I drove up there I would sit my ass on his couch and finally (and justifiably) pass the hell out.
The passing out was due to exhaustion from all of the nothing and everything and not sleeping and gallivanting around Manhattan because I was having too much fun to go home. This is how I realize that I am completely lacking in the self control department; When I am having a rip roaring good time doing nothing but sitting with my friends, outside while sipping a glass of Prosecco then it’s hard not to want to keep that up and talk for hours and hours and hours and then the clock strikes two and I end up paying for it by sitting on my couch several days later, for four hours straight and drooling.
A few nights ago a friend of mine learned of my blog and she asked what exactly it is that I would blog about since my life seems to be generally devoid of interesting. I sat back and placed my hand on a cold bottle of beer then to the back of my neck to help keep my head from overheating and exploding while I pondered this because it’s an excellent question. I replied that I blog about my life and at first this was a site dedicated to detailing my first years out of college but now it’s an interesting way to look back on how much my life has changed over the last three years. And how insane it is that I have a completely different outlook on life at almost 25 than I did at 21 even though that’s not a lot of time in physical years, it can do wonders for the personality. I also sometimes write stories about stupid stuff that happens and there are a million things I would like to tell the internet about right now like how a door doesn’t operate well without a doorknob and the blatantly racist cab driver on Thursday morning in Manhattan or how thankful I am that I’m not the same bitter bitch that I was in high school.
I swatted at a mosquito and then turned to her and said “But honestly, right at this very second, I am seriously considering a post that goes: ‘It’s so hot that my face just melted off, I have cramps that feel like a Clydesdale is stepping on my uterus and a bug just bit me on the ass.’”
“And people will actually read that shit?”
“Yup!”
That’s the nice thing about having a blog; that while I blather on about everything from the totally fucking awesome to the drop dead boring mundane I have someone to share it with. Even when I’m having a stupid blog crisis (really, it was NOTHING) I like having someone to tell it to who nods in understand right with me. Which is a lot more than most of us could ever hope for.
slynnro says:
Um, I’m not really seeing how your life is entirely devoid of the interesting.
And my non-blog friends are always like “I can’t believe people thought that was interesting!” every time they read some mundane crap story I post. Gee, thanks guys.
lizriz says:
*Love* that quote - Ain’t that the truth!
tiddleywink says:
To that very “what do you write about?” question, my response was generally, “Oh, nothing. Shoes and pie.” And thus the new domain of shoesandpie.com was born. But I’m going to have to stop posting, because you write about my mundane life better than I do. And then, in your life, interesting stuff happens.
She Likes Purple says:
“I have cramps that feel like a Clydesdale is stepping on my uterus”—best line on the Internet today.
Kristabella says:
Word.
That is all.
ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ says:
Exactly.
Camels & Chocolate says:
Isn’t it funny how people not well versed in the blogosphere can’t possibly comprehend what you write about on a daily basis? Whenever someone hears from a mutual friend that I have a blog, they’re all like, “well, what do you write about?” And I’m like, “oh you know, stuff…like…moving to Cali…house renovations…UPS…karma…how I *accidentally* mixed alcohol, pot brownies and codeine on Saturday, which did not produce desired effects…” and crickets. I get this pitying look that totally say, “wow, your life must be lame if you have so much spare time to do that!”
Wickedly Scarlett says:
I have a certain number of friends that I catch up with two or three times a year, and every time we say that we should really do better. So, I generally give my my URL and tell them that’s a pretty good way of keeping up with my life if they’re interested, but I think they just don’t really understand it. A few real life friends and family read, but for the most part, only other bloggers understand the blogging phenomenon. I think it’s a growing trend, and soon it will be much more main stream, but for now it’s still that weird thing Angela does on the internet.
gorillabuns says:
One could HARDLY say your life is devoid of interesting.
Angella says:
Amen.
RiceWenchie says:
Heather,
Your take on ‘nothing’ is interesting all by itself. Your ‘nothing’ is far more interesting than other people’s ’something’.
Have a blessed day!
Mocha says:
Every writer has a friend or two who thinks their stuff is whack. Or crap. They are entitled to that thought, but I, too, have friends who read me and think, “She just told me that story. Why would she write it down?” and I tell them, “Well, I haven’t told the whole internet about it yet, ok?”
Then they stop reading me and tell me to shut up about my blog, it’s no big deal and no one reads it.
We talk about other nothingness instead. Sometimes, the nothingness I write about is better than the nothingness we talk about but I can’t explain that one to them.
Your nothingness is awesomeness.
kat says:
i will totally read. and continue to do so.
Momo Fali says:
Cramps like a Clydesdale. I’m SO using that.
Stefanie says:
I totally, and yet inadvertantly, found myself nodding my head in agreement.
If only I had that with my blog or even in real life…if only.