Hello all. Feeling the urge to write today, but not really feeling what I want to say, so that tells me I’m just looking for an outlet. A vent. An escape hatch. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do any of that today. I wanted to write a post last week all about the marriage equality thing that was causing firestorms all over Facebook and elsewhere. I wrote some notes on things that I wanted to say about it, but I can’t seem to find the right moment. Sadly, I haven’t spoken my mind because I know how it will be received, and quite frankly, I’m just not up to the criticism. That should give you a clue.
My new presence on Twitter (@DDKlingonGirl) is taking off rather slowly. I have “protected my Tweets” so that people have to send me a request to follow. I did this because I didn’t want any fake profiles, spammers, or porn-promos following me, and I’ve already had to reject about 10 of them. Also because I really didn’t plan to stay on there after The Blathering, unless I make some really good friends through the experience.
Ok, maybe I do need to say one vent-y thing, and I know I’m not in a solo boat here: I hate mood swings! In the dictionary under ‘just want to cry’ it says see me. Some things in life just keep turning up like a bad penny, and it seems like they show up for no other reason than just to jack with your mind. My eating habits, my thoughts about church stuff, my plans for my son’s education, and a few other things come to mind. I wish I had insurance, because I’m about 99% sure I need to be on meds for bipolar, at the very least. (My regular long-time readers’ response: “Ya THINK!?”) Or maybe I am just a moody sort of person who needs an attitude adjustment from time to time?
Anyway. It’s all good, because as soon as I get off work (about 45 minutes from now) I plan to go to my mom’s work fitness center and do my C25k. Just hit the treadmill until I can shake this off. And also, I’m going to look forward to next weekend. I’ve got a new experience planned! I’m going to Medieval Faire up in Norman. Partly because I love that stuff and I’ve always wanted to go to one, but primarily to check out one of the Irish bands that’s playing. I used to talk to one of the band’s members on an online dating site, and I’ve never heard him play. 🙂 That sounds like stalking, doesn’t it? Maybe I shouldn’t admit to that. Oh well.
Until next time,