Blogs are taking over the world...kind of. Or maybe it's like when I bought an Altima and the only cars I see on the road are Altima's or if I buy a new shirt and I suddenly see 5 kabillion of my closest friends(yes, I do have that many friends) with the same one.
So I started to blog and am finding that much of the world is blogging and I never knew. Where have I been? The great thing is that I don't expect anyone to read what I write so I can write exactly what I'm thinking and not worry I may say, do, or write something that someone may or may not interpret incorrectly. This blogs for me. Yup, I'm being selfish and I love it. I don't think we take enough time for ourselves to really think about life or to express our thoughts, desires, feelings, etc.
Experiences this past week have taught me yet again(I'm a slow learner) that I need to live my life for me and do what I can to create my own happiness wherever I am. I also learned that we really have no clue what our friends or the stranger next door is dealing with and maybe, just maybe, it might be worth it to find out. Do we have the same conversation over and over again or do we seek to truly get to know people and ask questions that require more than a yes or no answer?
I've got a lot to learn...
28 August 2007
I've been told lately that I am a book snob and, well, I agree. Wait, dont' stop reading-let me explain. I'm obsessed with books. I have decided we all have a little part of ourselves that is OCD and mine has to do with books. I feel the need to buy every book I read and sometimes this can get me into trouble because I may buy a book and hate it and then what am I to do with the book? One option is to give the book to a friend, but why subject them to the lameness and stupidity of which I have just read. It's similar to when I taste something gross and without thinking turn to a friend and say, try this.
Meanwhile back to books and my OCD and quite possibly a little ADD. It pains me at times to lend books to people for fear that the book will come back looking used. Ridiculous I know. Books are to be read. And I do read and I even write in the margins of my books so I've come a long way thanks to my psychotherapist Dr. Shae. I am also partial to Penguin Publishing and hardback books, but I don't like the dust jackets.
So I've been thinking a lot about my reading habits lately and decided to read something new. Curious to know what happened? Don't be, but I'm going to expound anyway. The book was terrible and I joke that I could write a better book and I probably can't, but I guess that type of book is what America and the known world enjoys reading which means I must be some alien creature who belongs in, hmmmm, Russia? You may now call me Shellinskaya.
Posted by SHELLS BELLS! at 12:09 PM
24 August 2007
I have two friends who are to be blamed, er, thanked for the start of this blog. They shall remain nameless, but just for fun let's call them La-oo-rah and Stef Star Snow Esquire. These two are master bloggers and I fear that my blog will be a disappointment to bloggers everywhere. I've got nothing to lose, so here I go a-bloggin'.
Posted by SHELLS BELLS! at 2:00 PM