I’m alive. Mm-hm, contrary to popular belief I am alive and well and have been alive and well for the last however-long-it’s-been-since-I-posted-last. As I intend to continue in this generally alive-and-well state, I think I’m giving up blogging. All my kneejerk self-analysis isn’t really very helpful. It’s so not-really-helpful it’s unhelpful. (As is excessive hyphenation, Suzanne.) I need to phase it out.
(It was all so perfect I couldn’t decide which line to take, but obviously I finally settled on one barely more apt than the rest…)
If I’m to be like John Cleese with Fawlty Towers I should quit while I’m ahead. I will never be like John Cleese in Fawlty Towers because a, I’m female, b, I have no moustache, and c, I passed the point where I was ahead a long time ago, but hey – I was having fun. And I’m still having fun, and it’d be kinda nice to have this online retreat for when real life gets a bit difficult, people-wise
(“Suzy, why do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“But you look at me like you hate me.”
“No I don’t, you’re wonderful, you’re great, you’re my best friend almost sort of after Danny!”
“But you don’t talk to me!”
“No, you don’t talk to me!”
I swear these girls go out their way to misinterpret my expression as general hatred)
, but if I stay here I’ll have to keep posting, which I think would be foolish. I’d much rather just stick around for the company, but no one’s going to comment and talk to me if I don’t post anything for them to comment on (answering comments was probably the one of the highest highlights of this whole business). So, I mean, if anybody has anything they want to say, or if anyone wants to speak to me, or keep in touch, or whatever - whatever you crazy stalkers feel like doing – there’s my (alias’s) email address over to the left, and I guess I’ll keep logging in so I can follow WordPress blogs through the rather nifty WordPress-following things, so I’ll see comments (hah) and suchlike, and… uh, if I get round to it I might make that infamous hidden post of pictures and so on, but by then no one will be coming here any more so it’ll languish unread forever. So.
Yeah. I guess that’s it, then. This blog will be six months old on Thursday and that’s probably a good place to leave it. I heard that adults are generally embarrassed when they revisit teenage diaries and see their introspective, self-obsessed, mock-profound mumblings: I have posted my introspective, self-obsessed, mock-profound mumblings up for the world to see and I get the feeling I am going to regret this action so much when I’m older.
Ta-rah for now, then.