i. am. hooked. and it's getting bad. rivaling, even, the time i read that one cooking blog so much that i started having dreams about the weekends i spent at the author's ranch. plain old creepy.
p.s. can you place my title? sis? amanda? anybody?
today, because i just spent 20 minutes too long looking at people's holiday weekend vacation pictures on facebook, i am thinking about substance and weight, and why, after only 20 minutes, i feel less than before.
before i go any further (farther?), let's be clear about one thing. the problem isn't facebook or pintrest or twitter or blogs. the problem is that i haven't found a way to come out of these specific internets right side up and sure of who i am.
i wish it wasn't so tempting to be paper thin, and i don't just mean physically. i mean the rewards for substance can be hard to find, which i guess is the point. if it weren't so tempting, life would be easy, and i would get what i thought i wanted by default.
life wears on me and i start to give in, start to drift, start to fade and lift. then i say a small NO and the word drops like a rock in my pocket, bringing me that much closer to the ground.
i will be me.
and if words aren't your thing, this song describes how i feel about it.
