…does it still make a sound?
I feel I must apologize to Rib Readers for the ongoing radio silence. But trust me, you wouldn’t want to read most of what is going through my head these days. Not that it’s particularly awful – it’s just that all of my thoughts seem disjointed and random and incomplete. They hop-skip from one to the other like bunnies.
Take for instance just this second. As I was writing and thinking about bunnies, I skipped immediately to my new obsession with Hugh Laurie and his House tv show. I know, I know, I’m always four or five years behind since I don’t have cable. Anyway, I’ve been in love with Dr. House since the very first episode. This is a rather scary indictment of my taste in men these days. This character is, after all, the epitome of everything I detest in doctors: arrogant, smug, disdainful, only interested in intellectual challenges not alleviating suffering. Of course I sense, as the viewer is supposed to, that beneath the surface is a character arc screaming to get out… I guess that’s why I’m addicted. I want to see Dr. House redeem himself, evolve. But why I care so much is the mystery. I suspect it has to do with something all New Agey, like the fact that House is a mirror for my own dark side. Live vicariously through the cantankerous Dr. House who gets to get away with it and be funny and brilliant to boot!
Anyway, I could go on and on because that’s how my mind is working these days. Whenever I think about writing a blog post, a sense of overwhelm comes over me, like it would take hours to shape my thoughts into anything the least bit readable.
I often feel these days like an alien who accidentally landed on the wrong planet. I’m looking around with a certain detatched bewilderment. Like, who are these creatures? What exactly is going on here? I’m making it to work every day just barely on time (sometimes not on time). I’m getting my work done, but again, just barely, convinced most of the time I won’t. It takes me three hours to write two paragraphs in my book. Some days, when I take my daily walk to the park, I feel like I could just keep walking, walk and walk forever.
Wha?
I thought you were doing WONDERFUL at posting (my lack of commenting does not mean you are not read, or unheard).
Snap out of it! Stop being your own worst critic, dang it.
That said, I am also in lurve with Hugh Laurie’s Dr. House. I’d want to collar him in real life, but fantasy-wise, he’s fascinating. Tormented. An enigma. Too, too smart. An asshole. What’s not to love?
Hey there, U! I thought perhaps you had stopped reading due to our differing perspectives on current vampire literature.
Glad you’re still a reader.
Yes, I am my own worst critic, as usual, but trying to reform! And happy to know I’m not the only one with a love/hate relationship with House. Must be the lure of the wounded healer.
Does he even have a first name, Dr. House, that is? I can’t for the life of me think of what it is — everyone calls him “House” or more formally, Dr. House.
It’s “Gregory.” But I cheated – I looked it up on Wikipedia.