I am not Monk
I retrieve the mail once a week, on Sundays. I may check more often if I’m expecting something important, or if the moon is in alignment with Uranus. I’ve proved that I am not obsessive-compulsive about the mail, but nobody’s listening. I doubt at this point the Prof would even remember the incident that pissed me off.
They’re all games I can’t win, so I’ve stopped playing. I’m no longer playing martyr, I’m no longer playing useful flunky, I’m no longer playing Kreskin. If I need the mail, I’ll get mine in. If I don’t need the mail, I may or not bother. It’s obviously good enough, so why invest any more of my ego in it?
I know exactly what you are talking about and it’s why I seldom update, too. However, in your case the writing is just so darned wonderful to read that I don’t care. Just write. Please?
Oh, how’s the mail thing going? I’ve been curious as to whether you’ve just given up and gone back to retrieving the mail yourself on a daily basis, or not.
Your entries are always interesting to me.
The thing about you is that you write so beautifully that it’s a pleasure to read, whether you’re describing a tree, your reactions to a piece of music, or the interactions between your furry housemates. Or just anything.
So selfishly I want you to continue; all the more so because I really do want to keep that connection with you, no matter how tenuous. But the process has to give you some sort of reward, too.
I like Monk, but I’d hate to be him. And I know that there’s a tiny smidgeon of OCD in my personality, too (though it takes a very different form from Monk’s).
Here, here to what Kimi said! Except for the Monk part. I’m still obsessed with the mail. Pardon me while I go wash my hands……..
😉
Seriously, I have nothing to say but it doesn’t stop me from saying it *grins*
I know how you feel. I’ve been too busy to blog, and then nothing feels entirely important to anyone other than me. So, I just don’t say much. I mean, the only thing remotely interesting that my friends were glad to hear is that I got engaged. Now, since we don’t have any details, nothing to say really until we start making plans. And even then I want to be fiercely quiet about them because I have no use for anyone’s opinion on what food I should have and where I should get married.
Man, I sound like a grouch. I feel a bridezilla moment coming on…
I agree with pretty much everyone who’s commented so far: I really enjoy reading your writing. So I, too, hope that you can find a way to continue posting from time to time, although I do understand that it gets frustrating when you feel you can’t write about certain subjects (or no longer want to).
((Hugs))