A Reluctance to Post

You may have noticed that I haven’t yet mentioned the wedding on the blog. It’s been two weeks and I haven’t said anything. Actually, I could easily generate several posts based on my musings from that one day. However, because the comments tend to blow up in my face, I have become increasingly reticent (though not as reticent as I am in live conversation with family members these days).

I am a reflective person by nature, so I am at no loss for insights on the wedding. But every time I’m offered a penny for my thoughts and I oblige, I get slapped with hidden fees.

So, for your consideration:

Tuxedo + Scotch on the Rocks = The Good Life. And the dinner music was well chosen (you guessed it… big band lounge music). But it was more an exercise in escapism than actually feeling the Good Life (especially noticeable to me when the song The Good Life came on).

I had a whole dissertation on this next part, but I’ll sum it up and make it less bitter, more palatable: It has been too long since I have been in the company of those who really do make me feel good about myself. There’s a certain lack of personal freedom involved in being surrounded by family, too.

Being in a wedding was a nice thing, but it wasn’t about me; my friends got married and I wish them the best of times. I wasn’t quite able to elevate my low self-esteem, but I played my savvy part as best I could under the circumstances. The rest—the real observations I wanted to make on this blog—should remain unsaid.

That’s the short, censored version. The whole truth just isn’t welcome here, is it? Candor is too honest.

As long as I’m throwing out stripped-down bits of information, I might also add that I am currently reading the Dragon Lance Chronicles trilogy, which was recommended to me by different people a long time ago. Meanwhile, my parents got a German Shepherd named Sasha. I just got into Arrested Development, which I borrowed from a friend. And I’m still writing crappy music when I can.

When you have a diverse readership, blogging can be a headache.

And Facebook just is a headache.