I talk to myself. It's true, I really do. I blame it on the fact I've lived alone for so long I need some way to work through things. In a moment of quiet honesty, I have to admt, I've ALWAYS talked to myself. Maybe it was an overactive imagination or just feeling like I didn't have anyone else to talk to. My mom, forever known as Sandpile, loves to tell the story about worrying there was someone in my room when I was three, but when she checked I was just having a conversation with my stuffed animals.
So here we are 30 years from that day and I still talk to myself. I was caught last weekend wondering why there were four athletic trainers watching ONE high school wrestling mat at a tournament. Its one of those things you are supposed to say inside your head, not actually move your lips! But there I was in the middle of the Berry Center talking outloud...to myself. Two friends were laughing and thought I was crazy at that one moment. It wasn't because I was having fun watching a high school wrestling tournament, no it was because I talk to myself. Now, I've decided that maybe I just need a voice of a different medium. That is where this blog comes in.
If you are my friend you know I can not tell a joke to save my life, but I can be very funny. I like to see the world for all it's hilarity and irony. I really wish I could record my conversations with Sandpile. Something about driving 70 mph and talking to her leads to the BEST observations! Life is messy and ugly and hard. You must be able to find the "funny" in every situation even when it seems most bleak. Trust me, I've been to where I felt was rock bottom for my psyche and managed to laugh at least once a day about the situation. Facebook and Twitter don't allow an entire story to really develop, so here I am.
I hope to make you giggle. Maybe make you think, but definitely give the words in my head a place to be.
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