It has now been 45 days since I last blogged and I am not sure whether I feel guilty about taking the time off. I am not sure if I have been lazy, if this was the break I needed, but I know I need to get back to this habit.
Forty five days. Maybe it was simply a fast. I fasted from blogging, yeah that is it. It was a spiritual discipline from a spiritual giant. Jesus fasted for 40 days? Well, I got him beat, huh? Isn’t the spiritual life a competition? (tempted to go down the alleyway here on a tangent, note to self, work on this idea later). I think my writing has the seeps…should I tell what the seeps are? Yeah, that will be fun.
When I was in high school, I had a foster brother who was 8 years old. A very intelligent and athletic kid, I loved him, loved to push his buttons. He had some issues, as we all do (I got more issues than National Geographic, but maybe not as many as Sports Illustrated, which if you have noticed seems to be giving Boston some well deserved attention), and when he was sleeping he would grind his teeth audibly. (I think I also picked up this habit this year). Anyway, this boy was so tense he wouldn’t poop for days, and he would get this plug in his bowels and then the crap above it would SEEP around this plug and cause us to chant “someone pooped his pants, someone pooped his pants…” Until he would turn beet red and get angry and cry and grind his teeth. It was one way to pass the time…what else would we do, our homework?
Well anyway, after holding it in for 45 days, I have a pretty good blockage and figure these blogs will slowly seep out, or maybe it will be an explosive emptying of the bowels. This irritable blogging syndrome, from constipation to diarrhea and back again, some kind of split personality of anal retentiveness and anal repulsiveness.
I think, maybe, I just needed to have fun with this before I start diving into all the stories and my thoughts on the past month and a half, so I will stretch my fingers and get working.
