POST POST DEPRESSION
I suffer from it
It's why I talk to my cat
Writing gets me high.
I love watching the words drip onto the page.
And still, I tweak it.
Until I post it.
Then I wait for it.
Obsess over it.
The comments don't come fast enough.
The hits aren't strong enough.
And so, I wallow in my PPD.
I need another fix.
Must write more to get that feeling back.
But if I do, you won't read the previous post.
It will get lost in the archives of posts from my past.
To elevate (not alleviate) my PPD, I read the wildly brilliant bloggers.
The ones with 252 comments and oodles of followers.
My favorites are the twisted ones who admit to drinking in excess. Especially if they write about their pets, in particular, their cats.
By the way...I have a fresh scar across my left eyelid because my cat will not balance on a towel wrapped on my head the way the Bloggess's cat does. Even after catnip.
Occasionally, a blogger sucks me in so hard that I talk about her to my real time friends.
Did you know that HOB (husband of Betty) left Bossy Betty after 30 years of marriage!
"Probably because she's bossy"
NO, that's not it. She's lovely.
"Must be another woman"
NO, there could be no better woman.
I don't know. I don't think even Betty knows why.
Her house is falling apart. She cries over a shoes she's found in the street. If we didn't live on an opposite coasts, I would mapquest her IP address - knock on her front door, unannounced - with a case of wine and a basket full of kittens.
Betty and her sister Kathleen.
proof that she is surrounded by love
Some of us write about our quirks and our uncanny addictions. Katy does it. She needs you to fill her box. If you hurry you'll see she's a stalker and the late night creeper. I think she's awesome and I am impressed with her candor.
Red Shoes is twisted (in a good AND bad way). He's guaranteed to shock you (in a good AND bad way). We've got a lot in common, especially our thirst for lust, love, re-discovery, self realization and adventure.
JennyMac got wasted on white chocolate martini's then stuck a strangers toothbrush down her throat. It's gross I know... unless of course, that was a euphemism.
If you want to know about Sex, Lies & Dating in NYC (which I don't because I'm married but it doesn't matter because she's THAT good) check out Simone Grant. Her Sake + Gummy Bear = LOVE story is juice good (and it was served up on a Sunday no less).
Want to travel to India but no time and no cash? NO PROBLEM. Check out My Yatra Diary. The photo's are breathtaking and Arti is a true gem.
Katie Gates is my favorite author. She's real. She reminds me where I'm going and why. Her book, The Somebody Who, was nominated for a 2009 Literary Award from the Library of Virginia. You can order her book (on kindle or a hardcopy) by clicking here: The Somebody Who. Before and after that, you can read her insightful blog at: Katie Gates: Stories and Opinions
Truth is, the last thing I want to read are "Mommy Blogs" and yet Julianna got me at her title, "Surviving Boys." She is a self proclaimed "Superhero Mother, Jedi Master, Mediator, Referee, Experimental Chess, Financial Magician, Semi-Neurotic Postal Worker, Surviving Boys.... One Comical Mess At A Time" She reminds me of why I wanted to become a mother in the first place.
Want to go out but lacking the motivation to go out? NO WORRIES. Read Marty. He's always Chasing Something into the Dark. I have no idea how he does it night, after night, after night. Oh... that's right, he's single. And if you feel guilty about your eating habits Marty is a MUST READ. He has the worlds worst diet. I'm only reading him because I know its just a matter of time before he drops dead. I want to be the blogger that says, "Oh ya, I read him until he dropped dead - with a burger in one hand and a beer in the other. Lucky bastard."
If you haven't figured it out by now, TRUTH IS, this is my way of applauding some of my fellow freaks, my blogging community.
So, go ahead...pour yourself a bowl of wine and enjoy!
Happy reading, readers. Happy tweaking freaks.
DON'T FORGET ...YOU CAN CURE MY PPD
Do your part - read and comment.
sometimes twice a day
comment with your eyes closed
comment symbols only
i don't care
just do it
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