Every now and then, when I find myself stuck for a posting, I wonder why the hell I do this. Other times, I wonder who would be the least bit interested in what I’m saying.
And every now and then, I get a reminder. This weekend, it happened twice.
The first was when, for some insane reason, I thought it might be funny to write about my… er… gastric distress in a very oblique fashion. I expected a bit of sympathy and even more teasing. I was astonished when “notthisgirl” gave me huge thanks and told of her ailing, diabetic 83-year-old grandmother who had had similar problems after quitting smoking and trying to compensate with sugar-free candy. “Not,” if my embarassing myself ended up (if you’ll pardon the expression) helping your grandmother, it was more than worthwhile. In fact, if you think it’ll do Granny any good, I’ll be glad to go out and moon a nun.
The second example was even more surprising. I tossed off a piece where I raked my best friend’s ex over the coals (although, in the spirit of full disclosure, the two main points were the “Bearer Of Bitterness” concept and the Almond Joy/Mounds bit; the rest was just padding and context). I didn’t expect the in-depth examination of the ethics of the situation, the psychological examination of both her and me, and the accusations of drunkenness.
(Humorous note: Friend’s current wife has a sister named “Donna.” So when a commenter named Donna said “If this marriage doesn’t work out, I know the perfect guy for her – my sister’ ex,” I nearly wet myself at the thought of friend’s ex and friend’s wife’s ex connecting. Turns out to have been different Donnas.)
But I certainly didn’t expect two women who are regulars around here (and I consider online friends) to start comparing horror stories and even bonding a little, maybe even easing their own pains in the process.
There’s an old cliche’ that “laughter is the best medicine.” I certainly didn’t intend to promote any healing or affect any changes for the better in anyone’s lives, but I’m damned glad I might have. It makes it all worthwhile. So thank you, “notthisgirl,” “firstbrokenangel,” and “-S-.” It’s responses like yours that keep me coming back.
J.
You’re quite welcome!
Cindy
You’re quite welcome!
Cindy
A Deep Thoughts original:
Father always said that laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuburculosis.
accusations of drunkenness.
Hey, I was just joking!!
But I certainly didn’t expect two women who are regulars around here (and I consider online friends) to start comparing horror stories and even bonding a little, maybe even easing their own pains in the process.
Well, I just figured if people were going to share horror stories, I might as well add to it because I can relate to everything you write.
And it’s posts like yours that keeps us coming back, too “J”
Cindy
WEll, I didn’t have a bad dream last night, but rather, a remarkably good, great dream, even. And it didn’t have anything to do with the ex.
So, that’s something! Thanks to you, too, Jay. I, too, had one of those ‘what am I doing’ experiences just after the Election, as to my blog site, and having just relocated the servers and lost a number of original image files in the process, and needing to (still) go over all the old entries and recomplete them with image links to images rehosted (and in some cases, recreated). Such that, I wondered, ‘what is this FOR, why am I DOING this?’ and did so for a while, not approaching losing heart or stopping the blog site, not at all, just needed a step back, a reassesment of why I was doing what I was doing, all that time, energy, and, uh, time again.
Anyway, it now seems that no effort is ever wasted. Well, at least not in the case of Wizbang and I like to think, BIRD (my place).
having never tried the sugarfree anythings, though, I couldn’t follow along with the leakage issue, but, having eaten once some spoiled fish in Colorado, lemme tell you, I can understand a certain afteraffect, and can empathize a bit because of that.
Dear J:
Thank you so much for including me in your comments. And, by the way, this is THE Donna, the best friends wife’s sister, etc, etc.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!