i sometimes think that sober blogging is like a mutual admiration society. You like me? you post here. you don’t like me, you leave and i never know.
sober blogging is like hanging out your weirdest flowered underwear, and having people come by and say “i like those” or “i have some like those” or “now i know what to do when i see those next” or “yes i agree with you those are too old-lady for you.”
sober blogging is telling y’all about my husband (he’s doing great!) moving to his new office (hooray!) and then i can get a bunch of attagirls (“you did the right thing, i admire your determination to find a solution.”)
i once saw a cartoon where the husband says to his wife, “i’m going to start a website where, when you and I argue, i can post about it, and people will agree with ME.”
and the longer i blog, the less frequently ‘old-timers’ come around to correct me. or guide me. or tell me when i’m full of shit. or point out obstacles on the horizon.
i know, i know, my blog, my rules.
but let me make one thing very clear. for realz.
please don’t forget that this blog’s primary job is to keep ME sober. i write (a lot) directly to myself, with me as the intended audience. i write shit to help my brain make sense of things. i record things for myself. you may find it helpful. you may not 🙂 do you like my flowered underwear? i need some new ones, but i can’t get fruit-of-the-loom here. imagine that.