Dark Schmark
I can be positive. Yes, yes, I can. Positive. Happy. Go lucky! Cheerful! Yippidee-do-dah-day! There’s a bluebird on my shoulder and all that crap.
So, I mentioned to my mom and sister that I finished a post today and that it was dark.
“Big surprise,” they both commented and rolled their eyes.
Big-f-ing-surprise.
I asked them if they’d read my Facebook posts. They’re almost always cheery and full of joy. I even had a friend, after reading my Facebook posts for awhile, tell me that she looked up to me as a powerful and positive woman who just stuck through it all.
Of course, she doesn’t read my blog. But, neither do my mom and sister. Not really anyway.
So, I could, if I wanted to, apologize for my earlier post. But, for some reason, I can’t. And I won’t. And, I’m sorry if you only think I whine. (Do NOT comment on this post and tell me that I whine. Or that I’m all dark. Or that I’m just plain self-defacing and evil. Just don’t.)
The world can be a pretty depressing place if you’re like me– a glass half empty kind of gal.
But, my friends would tell you, I’m really not like that at all. I’m charming and funny and just plain fun to be around. Yeah, I’m afraid of psycho-killers but I really am quite jovial.
Most of the time.
But, maybe, because I’ve had a hard time for, well, a long while now this blog is just a place that I dump all that crap. My worries and my guilt and my insistence that you should start your morning thinking about genocide.
But, I’ve been funny. I have.
I can be funny again.
Let’s see…
I have an appointment to bend over a table and have a camera stuck up my butt with no Valium or anesthesia.
That’s the funniest thing I can think of at the moment.
And, you’re right, it’s not funny.
One time, in the middle of an improv scene in which I was playing a young woman who was afraid of horses I yelled out “I don’t want to get near that horse, it just tried to have my baby!”
That’s not funny either. It’s just really, really, really weird.
So, maybe, I need to spend some time thinking about the humorous and get back to you.
Or, maybe, I can be like Mike the Bull and write about the McItaly. (That’s no criticism. I love hearing about the McItaly.)
I’ll get back to you tomorrow with something really light and funny.
In the mean time, in the words of my beautiful, not all doom and gloom 2-year-old, it’s a “gobblegonny day”!
P.S. ~ Don’t let a killer slip in your back door while your asleep…
