a severe dearth of news

Let’s be honest: my blog is almost never about anything important. (And I’m totally ok with that.) However, I am suffering from such an enormous dearth of anything to say, I almost feel like posting at all is cheating. It’s luring you in here to read semi-organized ramblings from the inner reaches of my brain.

That said, fasten your seatbelts, because I’ve got a lot more stuff to add.

First, I am eternally grateful to St. Christopher (he’s the patron saint of travelers, right?) for protecting me from Ye Olde Dreaded Subway Barf last night on St. Patrick’s Day. I thought if it happened, maybe it would give me something interesting to write about, but really it was too gross to wish upon anyone, let alone a barf-o-phobe like me.

Second, in the barf theme, I was walking to the library over lunch today and I saw what could only have been called a Dessert Dissaster. Someone had dropped a plate of cookies on the ground. And not just those shitty taste-like-wallpaper-paste-with-some-sugar-thrown-in cookies that you get at the grocery store (you know the ones -- inevitably one of them’s green and sixteen of them have sprinkles). These were really good looking cookies. Which, of course, made me think that someone sabotaged the delivery guy and forced him to toss his cookies!

(This would have been so much better with the pictures, because there were three separate piles of cookies, but by the time I got back from the library, they had already been cleaned up. Sigh.)

Third, I had a dating realization recently. I’ve done all this soul-searching and deep, intense pondering -- you know, to become a better person and just generally rock the house -- and recently, I met a guy I really liked. You’d think that with all the work I’ve been doing, I would be fearless, courageous, and think nothing but positive thoughts.

Um, no.

Instantaneously, the old I’m-not-good-enough thoughts kicked in (see this post... context will now make it slightly more understandable). But the key thing was that I handled them completely differently.

And that’s my parting wisdom for you. Growing up doesn’t mean you don’t have the same kinds of thoughts; it just means you don’t act on them the same way.

Not news, exactly, but it’ll have to pass for it today.