Happy With Myself?

LAZINESS

Why am I so lazy about my blog? I really do love to blog and I laugh gloriously when I read the ridiculous comments others make to me when I am gone. This is how it happens: I blog and I think to myself "how I love to blog, I think I will blog everyday", I do not blog the next day or the day after but still think "it has only been a couple of days, I will blog very soon", then two weeks go by and I feel the need to blog, but cannot think about anything I would like to blog about. Several weeks have slipped by and now I do not want to check my blog because I feel guilty that I haven't blogged. Why do I feel guilty? Not sure. The blog is a fun thing for me to do and I do not want to feel guilty that I haven't blogged. Guilt is practically a sister for me though, and I don't know what my life would be like if she were not riding on my shoulder.

An ode to guilt...

Ah, guilt wilt thou goad me into cleaning mine house? Thine is like a pungent stench that I cannot get rid of, though I diligently use Clorox Cleanup. Mine guilt is an everpressing flower of death that wakes me in the middle of the night. Ah, Benadryll, how I love your pink and white tablets when I sleepeth at night! Ah, guilt wilt though sitteth beside me on the davenport whilest I speaketh to kind relatives on the telephone? Wilt though stay on my back concerning things that I say when I have verbal diarhea and help me agonize over it for weeks? Wilt though remind me that I have bitten off more than I can chew everyday? Your promises to me are eternal in this life, at least. You are not kind to me and yet I cannot be without you...

It seems that I am more aware of my guiltiness the older I get. Perhaps I'm just more aware of my humanity. At any rate, would I miss her if she were gone?