This is something I hate.
\nGetting behind in my reading.<\/p>\n
On the one hand, I love having unread books.
\nOn the other…ugh….err….unread! Danger, danger!
\nMust…read…
\nBut…<\/p>\n
Life gets in the way.<\/p>\n
It’s been well documented that I have had a very very fuzzy several months, intellectually. Personal upheaval will do that to a person. Insomnia will do that to a person. Excessive introspection, perhaps.<\/p>\n
I know WHY I am reading less. It’s the same reason I am having so much trouble writing coherently. No, it isn’t your imagination. I am frequently not particularly clear.<\/p>\n
It has gotten a little bit better. I am reading again, just not as voraciously as usual, not as intelligently as usual either. Do I just need to be patient with myself? Like that’s ever going to happen!<\/p>\n
There are only so many trashy novels I can stand reading.<\/p>\n
I have, in the “unread” folder on my Kindle, 41 books.
\nThat is a lot, even for me.
\nAnd reading is pretty important to me, so when people who are interested in my well being indicate to me that I need to get out more and meet people…well…it’s a conflict.<\/p>\n
I work full time.
\nI write about 2 hours a night.
\nI cook and eat dinner.
\nI’d like to have an hour to read and decompress.
\nMaybe get some exercise.<\/p>\n
I don’t have time to meet people. I am too busy exercising my brain.<\/p>\n
What?<\/p>\n
It’s true. <\/p>\n
Maybe I can go out and meet people after football season. And yes, I can hear a certain person pointing out that I only watch college football, and my team doesn’t have a game until January 1st which leaves me plenty of weekend time for meeting people.<\/p>\n
I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna.<\/p>\n
Couldn’t I just put up a sign or something that says “if you’re nice, stop by and have a beer with me?”<\/p>\n
No?<\/p>\n
I suppose it wouldn’t be very safe. Or likely to result in my meeting the best quality of people.<\/p>\n
Speed dating? I could meet 15 people in a few hours and get rejected by a bunch of guys at once! That would be super fantastic. Yes, I am assuming it would go badly. I am not someone who is immediately appealing. Still, it seems like such a bizarre idea, that I feel compelled to do it. Maybe when I am single next month. <\/p>\n
An escort service? Can’t afford it. <\/p>\n
Online dating? The idea of doing it again makes me whimper. On the other hand, I did meet a lot of people. Some pretty awesome ones, like Mark. <\/p>\n
Church? Atheist. <\/p>\n
Meet Ups? An option. There doesn’t appear to be one specifically for women with a thing for Northern Italians though. Seems like kind of a big flaw. <\/p>\n
Full of excuses? Absolutely. Meeting new people is outside my comfort zone. Which means I have to fucking force myself to do it. And I will. <\/p>\n
Grumble grumble grumble. <\/p>\n
You know what I need? I need a host. Someone to go places with me and introduce me to people. Like they used to have in the public rooms in places like Bath.<\/p>\n
This is going nowhere at an impressive clip. <\/p>\n
It might be time to bail out. <\/p>\n
Sleepy. Scatterbrained.
\nSigning off..
\nSorry for the mess.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"