enabling narcissism

today is a lazy day. i was out late last night so i was in no hurry to get up and be productive (though now I'm feeling slightly guilty- thus blog entry). It's grown cold out and with no sun, there just wasn't any compelling reason for me to leave the house.

Aaron is working today, so I have found myself sitting in front of my computer all afternoon - reading the news from home, checking my nonexistentt bank-balance, visiting long-dormant friends blogs in hopes of seeing something new, and hitting various blogs from the NaBloPoMo randomizer.

I've been reading blogs (and looking at Flickr pages too) for several hours now. And I have to say I'm all blogged out. It can be fascinatingg, reading some stranger's thoughts on whatever exciting thing is happening in their life - new bamboo flooring, world trips, gall bladder surgery. But frankly, it can also be a bit boring. Why should I care about someone's new car purchase, or what their kid wore for Halloween, or how they knitted 15 billion pairs of socks out of organic, hand-dyed wool in only 3 days. Honestly, there is a whole lot of boring shit going on out there that people just need to keep to themselves. Yes, I'm including myself in that statement.

But this does make me wonder why I feel somehow compelled to write about my life and publish it online so that thousands (ok, maybe tens) of you can read about my daily drivel. Does anyone really need to know the random shit that floats through my brain? The manic thoughts, the medical ailment du jour? Probably not, but I persist.

I'm using this blog writing challenge as a good reason to write more, to shake up the cobwebs that seem to be growing in my brain, and to subconsciously reach out to the people whose emails I have failed to reply to of late. If I do this, maybe they will forgive me for being out of touch.