Just to be clear. I have been thinking about all kinds of junk since February 21st- the date of my last post.
The emphasis here should be on the fact that I have been having junky thoughts. Meaning, not much worth writing about. Actually, this post is kind of teetering on the line. Just trying to stay ‘plugged in’.

I started a new business. Okay. I am actually doing direct sales for one of those companies that does house and catalogue parties. (How do you spell catalogue, by the way? All of my spell checks go after that word).

So, this side business has been fun, challenging, and just the thing to distract me from writing, and working through my various compulsions. In fact, this is yet another compulsion- the business, not this blog. The blog was a compulsion until I decided to give this business thing a try.

I am sort of ADHD and Obsessive-Compulsive. I am also passive-aggressive and other hyphenated, unhealthy things. Right now, in this moment, I have decided to embrace all of it. Aren’t we all struggling with our own brand of crazy? I mean, a shrink will never come out and say you are crazy, weird or any other such thing- but that doesn’t mean they are not thinking it. It also doesn’t mean that they, themselves, are not also weird and crazy. No matter. It is all okay, really.

I know this is a rambling post of little consequence, but I am trying to get back in the groove. It is not like I am going to fire myself for making a crappy blog post. I mean, this whole blog things is really just a symptom of my rampant narcissism (why is this word so hard to spell? I bet narcissists came up with it and intentionally made it difficult to spell so those of us who also have inferiority complexes would not call them or ourselves out publicly for fear of being called out for our own poor spelling skills.

It’s just an ugly little circle, isn’t it? I say, let your freak flag fly. We only have one shot at being alive- or maybe more, if there is such a thing as reincarnation but, we will not remember it, even if we are reincarnated, so we may as well make the most of this actual life and stop worrying about what is ‘wrong’ with us. What is wrong with all of us is that we are all right in our own way.

What the hell was in my crock pot today?

G’night.