So, I’ve been pretty neglectful of my little corner of cyberspace lately. I feel awful about it, I really do. However, the rough and tumble world of substitute teaching has been taking its toll on me. I’ve only had three days off this month, and my stint feigning knowledge of Algebra II on Monday almost killed me. And while I’m not complaining about the cash flow, I’m starting to see why so many people start blogging while they’re unemployed. It’s hard to think of entertaining things to write about when my main focus is nap time. Plus most of my work experiences are off-limits for blogging, and I feel almost guilty writing about anything that involves anyone I know, so I end up with about a paragraph of usable material per week.
That’s the hardest part of this internet thing so far, trying to protect the anonymity/feelings of the people around me. I almost want to make up aliases for my friends and relations and hope that none of you are clever enough to figure out their true identities. It’s tricky. It’s the kind of uncomfortable feeling you get when you’re in the middle of a fantastical story, probably about some idiot that made you question the supremacy of human kind, and then you realize that the moron you’re discussing is your listener’s uncle/best fried/Yoda-esque mentor. Except on the internet I can’t change my story and convince you that it must’ve been some other guy named Chet with hobbit feet and purple hair, and I’m sure your nephew isn’t stupid enough to get stuck in the freezer at Mako’s.
So now I have to be careful with my words, and frankly I find it exhausting. I can’t wait until football starts again and I have something non-threatening to ponder. I’m also tempted to revert to my freshman year of college and free write until I feel like I suck less. If you were spared academic gems like “Intro to Poetry Writing”, you’ve never had the joyful experience of free writing. They make you write for 2-3 minutes straight, and then look for meaningful revelations in your work. And while I actually enjoyed it (something about seeing my thoughts on paper makes me feel less neurotic) I doubt that you would really appreciate my ramblings on shoes (ShapeUps are the devil), elephants (how much gas money would I save if I rode one to work?), and the existential crisis I suffer every time I’m mistaken for a high school student (it happens at least once a week).
Maybe I’ll temporarily give up on personal stories and start taking random requests for post themes.
Free Bird anyone?
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