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I'm tired. Tired of writing, tired of reading, tired of thinking. This will pass, I know, and I'll jump back into competitive blogging, probably, spurred on by some silly idea I felt driven to share.
In the meantime, I read. My attention span lately hasn't allowed me to read anything much longer than Twitter's 140-character posts, so I read mile after mile after mile of things like this:
I have to help my son with his science homework and I have NO CHOCOLATE IN THE HOUSE! #fail
WTF? toddler will NOT take a nap longer than 15 minutes. #fml
Skinny bitches cooking on the Food Network, nothing else on.
OMG Why do kids whine so much?!
Attention span allowing, I would normally switch to blogs I love. But lately, in an attempt to branch out, change up my habits and expose myself to new worlds, I have instead been reading random blogs, new to me. I needn't have bothered. There's so much shrill, self-righteous and mind-numbingly obvious speechifying going on, I'd swear that everyone in Bloggywood is running for political office.
It's not that I'm not against [kicking puppies] or [grand theft auto] or [knocking down old ladies], it's just that those should be givens. I don't know anyone who IS in favor of them, and I don't want to. I feel no need to take an indignant huffy stand against [fire-bombing the post office], either.
When my mood gets particularly bleak I fear for my gender. Really, ladies? Women suffered 90 years ago so we could whine about traffic and post pictures of SHOES? How the heck do we expect to be taken seriously? And I fully embrace that under my bland exterior I am the silliest person you may ever meet, so I am including myself in this criticism.
I dunno. It's dark. It'll pass. But meanwhile I'm torturing myself with Twitter's banalities and the smug self-congratulatory world of Bloggywood. Why do I have no chocolate in the house?