Friday, August 14, 2015

Enough With the Labels

I may have already written something like this before, so forgive me Internet for repeating myself, but labeling posts sucks. I kind of feel like the one senior family member we all have who forgets having shared the same story or complaint time and time again, much to the dismay of all of those listening. I'm not meaning to sound terribly ageist, as I'm accusing myself here, too. (It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you're going to make fun of something, it is only really acceptable if you lump yourself in with what you're mocking). But seriously, the pressure to come up with categories, labels, and stuff for each and every blog post is annoying. That's my gripe--my initial gripe at least. My brain doesn't work like that. So I'm bucking the system by not categorizing this, and deluding myself that I'm doing something great and countercultural. You know it's killing me though, right? It's my OCD, I'm sure. Right now I'm debating whether this would qualify as a rant, or a nonsensical rambling. Maybe both. But I'm tuning myself out.

So why am I on here again anyway, after however many months away? It's not because I have something to say. Oh, no. It's not because I mean to apologize for a planned hiatus, for none such thing was planned nor is an apology warranted. It's because I was on Twitter, and was all like, "Oh, look at that. I used to 'keep' a blog! There's the link, right on my profile. Wonder if it's still there!" And of course, I clicked through to find that it was indeed still here. So I thought, "Hey, let me log back in!" Of course, I couldn't remember my password. I answered a bunch of security questions, and received an email at another email account that I hadn't checked in like forever, so obviously, I had forgotten the password there, too. Fast forward like an hour, after several frustrations brought on by the wracking of my brain to not only recall old passwords, but to come up with new ones that didn't suck, and now finally I'm back in. And it was kind of anticlimactic.

And of course, it would have doubly sucked to have gone through all that effort (monumental effort from my p.o.v. today--anything that requires that much brain power is monumental for this girl) and NOT spend an extra few minutes writing something. Anything. This is that thing.

Seriously, this is it. No point to share. None whatsoever. No epiphanies, or clever anecdotes. Nada.