Get ready for more random crap.

I have to admit, I'm always shocked by the response I get to what I lovingly call my "random crap" posts. Like this one, where I confessed to not quite fitting in with the craft/blog world, and this one, where I got a smidgen fed up with reading about bloggers' fake-perfect lives. I think those are the only two bare-my-soul posts I've written here so far, and each time, I've thought as I was typing, "This is it. This is the post that will get a thousand comments telling me how much I suck, and that I'm doing everything wrong, and that I should get off the internet and hide my face in shame." And maybe it's just because I don't allow anonymous comments (take that, haters!), but the haters haven't emerged yet. Quite the opposite, in fact--it turns out we all have an awful lot in common.

It seems like we're all pretty dang tired of trying to make our lives look perfect online. We're all tired of feeling craptastic when we read about others' fabulous lives. We all think we're the only ones who aren't keeping up and doing everything right. We're all a bit afraid to admit that we don't have it all together, but we all feel so relieved to hear that nobody else really has it all together, either.

It's interesting, isn't it? That we're all sitting behind our computers, feeling lonely and left out, when even the people who give us the impression that everything is amazing and perfect all the time (whether they mean to come across that way or not) are sitting behind their computers feeling the exact same way. Makes me wonder . . . what are we all pretending for? Why aren't we all just being really honest, all the time, if that's what makes us feel happy and satisfied and normal?

I've been very cautious about writing personal (or, "random crap") posts here--much as I hate to admit it, I often just skim blog posts for interesting pictures without actually reading them (for shame!). So I figure, that's probably what everyone else does, too, and no one will want to read my kooky blather. But maybe I don't need to be shy anymore--if we can still be friends after you've listened to me melt down about my imperfect life, what more damage can I do, really? Might as well just let it all out from now on. You're big kids, I'm sure you can handle this (pointing to self). Although it is kind of a lot to handle.

Now that I know how similar we are and how nice you'll be when I act like a crazy person, I just might get around to writing some more random crap. 

Thank you for your kind comments on my little blog rant last week--it really meant so much to me to know that I'm not alone in feeling like an oddball sometimes. And that I'm not alone in occasionally feeding Forrest candy for dinner . . . there were like 10 people who commented that they do the same. Honestly, people are only going to coo over his fat rolls for a limited time in life--I'm going to make sure he takes full advantage of this golden life stage. I'd be eating Red Vines for dinner a lot more often if I thought people might tickle my belly in the grocery store and sing, "Who's da chubbiest?! Who is it?!" In a nice way, of course.