What Kind of Woman Am I?

I just quit following a blog because I didn't understand the last two entries she posted. I can't remember why I started following that site, but whatever it was--I quit. Is this pitiful that I can't be bothered with wading through some philosophical musings? There was a profound quote about madness and a pithy allegorical (I'm assuming) essay. I guess. I'm not even sure what it was. I sort of scanned it. I didn't understand at that peripheral level so I just decided to drop 'er.

You see, I don't read blogs or blog so that I can wallow among profound deliberations or so I can opine grandly on my inner angst. I don't want to be stimulated. I don't want to dig deep inside my soul and be uplifted. I just want to be entertained and amused. I want to see that other people are as flawed as I am. Oh, and sometimes I might enjoy living vicariously through other people's adventures. But, hell no, I do not want to be transformed and enlightened. You can accuse me of being a putz. You would be correct. A pudgy putz--that would be moi.

If your blog is deep and reflective...If you are a member of Mensa or whatever that smart group is...If you discuss your high IQ and the thesis you just wrote on some theory I've never heard of before, then I won't be following you. Ergo, you probably don't read my blog either. Who would if they were any kind of deep thinker? Not that I'm insulting any of my loyal, sweetly devoted readers...Never! I just don't see me as holding the attention of anyone who is overly "thoughty."

Heck, I can't even listen to Christmas carols any more 'cause it depresses me. I only read what doesn't take much concentration because I can't seem to dig very deep for more than one or two sentences. It was all I could do to read those "The Girl Who..." books.  Is it too many years in the class room? Am I just a tepid, surface feeder? Probably...

I watch too much TV. I am a Nascar fan, for heck sakes. I forgot to give Rooster his back pack and now have to mail it back at an exorbitant cost because I feel so guilty. I watch "Cops" and "America's Most Wanted" on Saturday night. I listen to country music. I consider myself somewhat agoraphobic. I would rather stay home than fight the crowds for anything. I drink gallons of Diet Coke every week. I'm not going to stake conference tomorrow because it's a broadcast and I don't feel anything when I go and watch a broadcast.

You might not want to read my blog once you know the real skinny. (And what does "the real skinny" mean, anyway? Does any one really care?) Maybe I'm just a little morose because the boys have left. Maybe I need to up my medication. Maybe I'll just go put on my pjs. It's almost time for "Cops."