I woke up all excited this morning, because for some reason, I thought it was Friday. Then, as my head cleared and I realized it was only Tuesday, I nearly started crying right there in the bed.
But, Tuesday or Friday, life must go on, so I eventually got up and got on with my day.
You know, Lou is one of the oldest blogs I read. I still read every day, but since I've put my blogroll into a feed reader, I seldom click through to comment. I must get better about doing that. Anyway, Lou posted the other day about how she'd been debating whether to continue on with her blog or not. I guess that's something we all go through. When you wonder if anyone is still reading, and whether it's worth it to continue. I know I've been there more than once myself.
I was never very popular, and really, I'm still not. It's mostly my own fault, I guess. It's not that I don't want to talk to people. I do. I just never know what to talk about. People tell me, "Oh, just talk about anything." I do try that. I try to just talk about anything. Then I see the eyes glaze over and the irritated "will you shut up already" looks on faces...so I shut up. Seems that most people don't use works like conundrum, aspirate, harken, and thermonuclear reactor in casual conversation any more.
Apropos of nothing, I need to order more rats. Monty and Slider are completely out...
Now back to the topic at hand. What do people talk about? You can only hear "Hot enough for you?" so many times before you start pulling your hair out. Talking about the dogs is like talking about your kids. It may be interesting to me, but nobody else wants to hear it.
Speaking of dogs, Jake has been spending a lot of time over here this week. Auntie and Uncle are next door for a visit, and two 90 year olds don't mix too well with a hyperactive 80 lb dog. So he's been spending time with me. It's just too dangerously hot to leave him outside. It hit 101 today, with a Heat Index of 110.
Hot enough for you?
So the debate is, do I continue to blog or not? Lou has decided to keep going with her blog. She says "I blog for me." But me, I don't know. I spent the first 20 or so years of my life hearing my mother tell me that nobody wants to hear what I have to say. Nobody cares what I think. "Don't go bothering people. If they want to talk to you, they will come to YOU." I guess that's the real question.
Does anyone besides me care what I have to say?