There are moments in keeping an online diary, where one mulls over what to write, and you realize that everything that is uppermost in your mind is of a very personal nature.
There are some brave souls among us, who write those innermost thoughts and perhaps put them in the "friends only" category and let the chips fall where they may. I admire your openness.
In this rarefied realm, I have discovered I am a true wimp.
Today there are political observations I might make, and tumultuous emotional ponderings that I might launch out into cyberspace, or truly bizzarro speculations as to the nature of Life, the Universe, and Everything that if I wrote them here, might ensconce me permanently in the loony bin henceforth and forevermore.
But my wimpism protects me from this fate.
It also may at times make me seem boring. And let us be frank. Sometimes life IS boring! Or at least reporting the details of it, makes it seem that way. That must be why newspeople do so much speculation all the time. It fills in the gaps where world leaders are taking a shower and brushing their teeth, not having momentous meetings or making absurd proclamations. So we must hear about their LAST momentous meeting AD NAUSEUM until they get out of the shower, or come back from the dentist or return from grocery shopping.
Which brings me to the original topic of my diary, that I rejected at first, but seems to be floating to the surface, (as great truths always do).... My big thing for today is to go grocery shopping.
What can I tell you?
We have to eat.
And perhaps after shopping and eating and showering and brushing my teeth, I will have time to sit down and write an amusing story that doesn't have anything mundane in it at all.
But that's why they call it fiction.
It isn't real.
Real has boring bits.
This is one of them.
But just wait a little while. Something momentous will happen. And then I will tell you all about it. Pray God that said momentousness will be something uplifting eh?