Failure
September 29, 2008 | Filed under: Humdrum
“Maturity is achieved when a person accepts life as full of tension.” ~Joshua L. Liebman
On the days when I’m not wishing I could punch The Internet in the gonads, I end up shedding a tear or two because I feel like a blogging failure. The blogs I read have a bit of a narrative nature going on and when I’m away it’s like I’m missing part of the story. On the grand scheme of things it isn’t as if I’ve gotten up in the middle of the Usual Suspects to use the bathroom and have subsequently missed out on the Keyser Soze reveal BUT I do feel a twinge when looking over my Google Reader and noticing 758 unread items or – and this goes back to the purely neurotic and overly sensitive in me – I’ve missed out on the lives of so many of my friends. And in turn, they will dislike me and accuse me of being a shitty friend because I’ve had the audacity to like have a life. Though fear not, the actual life I’ve been living is very Sarah Palin-esque: Getting lost in a blizzard of words. See also: seven bottles of wine in 72 hours, why my calves are so large – ‘muscular’ according to my secretary; ‘healthy’ according to my mother – thus making purchasing brown boots a full time job and, my personal favorite, testing out room service across the United States.
I do sincerely hope you all are well. Talk amongst yourselves.
Maria says:
((hugs))
She Likes Purple says:
I hope I never find blogging more important than bottles (plural) of wine
I totally understand the sentiments, though.
Lara says:
I’m with She Likes Purple! Wine should always prevail. But – I absolutely know how you feel, and have only recently started trying to become a Better Internet Citizen (my moniker, not anyone else’s).
As for the calves and boots – I have always had gargantuan calves, making boot-buying damn near impossible. BUT! Zappos actually has calf-circumference information on their boots! You might want to check it out!
McKenzie says:
I have the same uh “problem” with my calves. I found that the Bass Outlet store has the best options for me. I travel once a year to the outlet store in my state to buy a new pair of brown and black boots. Also I have had luck with BCBG as well.
Angella says:
I hear you on the Reader. But dude, YOU HAVE A LIFE.
Am envious.
slynnro says:
Oh, I’m just going to say what we are all thinking, but too nice to say- You are a totally self absorbed bitch!
(Love you, mean it).
slynnro says:
Obviously, I jest.
But you know, I’m totally wishing I TOO had a life.
The Over-Thinker says:
How dare you. I mean REALLY. There you go, having a (fantastic) life/career. How could you?!
I’ll be over here hugging my feed reader because it never stops talking to me. Ever. Even when I threaten it with death-by-corkscrew. (let it be known that I’d like to go that way, someday, myself)
Alison says:
At least you are blogging about your life. Me? Not so much these days.
Also, I want to punch The Internet in the gonads too.
AliThinks says:
Failure…
On the days when I’m not wishing I could punch The Internet in the gonads, I end up shedding a tear or two because I feel like a blogging failure.Heather and I have different ideas of blogging failure, but that…
Kristn says:
You left a comment on my blog the other day that made my week — I didn’t know you were an “old schooler”. That makes me feel oddly special.
Also: are you going to get up North soon and see me, or what?
kris says:
With a Palin jab like that? Never a failure.
Michelle says:
I think some people are able to live without tension. Like Paris Hilton, for example. Do you really think that girl worries a lot? She didn’t even crawl under a rock after everyone saw her giving a blowj in night vision. She’s the definition of chillax.
Hilary says:
Echoing the rest: Not a failure, sentiments shared. Also, your comment on my site kind of makes my day. Week. Year.
Auds at Barking Mad says:
Tension is my middle name right now. And as far as blogging failure, oh yeah, I’ve got that written all over my blog and probably on my ass too, as much as I’m on it, trying to make something of my blog. Oiy!
Of course, I could always go back to trying to potty-train the toddler…nawww, I’d rather drink Drano at this point.
Seriously though Heather, your blog usually makes my nights when I steal some time from books and bottles of cheap Chardonnay, to come out here and bask in the warmth and intelligence of your words. Unlike my own, there is always meaning behind them.
Now I’m off to find my own life. Last I saw it, it was casually wedged between the sofa cushions. I bet the dog grabbed it though and has chewed it to bits!
Kerri Anne says:
I feel the same way when I’m M.I.A. for a few days or even (ahem) a few weeks. But then I remember that all of my friends are rad, and they pretty much forgive me the second I am back. I’m happiest when my life is most balanced in the bloggy realm of things, but I find those times to be few and far between. So, embrace the chaos! I say. Or something.
Also: wine in your Starbucks cup. (Which I just now decided is how I’m going to start ending all of my comments and emails to you, as a sort of substitute for “hugs” or “word to your mother.”)
schmutzie says:
With 2,710 items sitting in my feedreader, I know how you feel. Except that I suck EVEN MORE.
Kate says:
I have the same problem with my calves! When you find decent boots that fit us muscular women, will you please pass along the link?!
and holy wine
I’m jealous.