Sunday, November 25, 2007

All Right, Already!!!

I really don't want to post today. Not at all. I've been writing about Sylvia Plath all day, and I don't really have any other words left, but the little voice inside of me keeps pushing me to do it anyway. I don't know why I'm listening. It's not like the NaBloPoMo police are going to knock on the door at midnight and haul me in for my lack of blogging. But still, I am here typing.

That voice loves to nag me. It is the same voice that tells me I need to keep house better, reminds me I'm not exercising enough, prods me to fret over grades (both mine and my children's), and constantly whispers that no matter what I do it's never enough. That voice is torture.

I realize this post is not remotely funny, or interesting, or enlightening. Believe me, I know that. But it is a post nonetheless, and maybe that voice will shut up now - at least for a few minutes.

1 comment:

LD/Brownie said...

That voice yells at me all the time too. I hear it every time I pass a pile of crap in my house, or see some dirt, or catch a whiff of catbox. I even hear it when I'm playing World of Warcraft and doing badly: "See, you can't even do this right, and 12-year-olds play this game. I told you you were worthless." And every time someone else yells at me, it's right there agreeing. I wonder if everyone has such a voice. I hate mine.