Sex Ed in Higher Ed

College instructor teaching human sexuality rants about the dumbing down of America, the lost art of manners, grammar and (the perfect combination of both) the thank you note. Also includes random rants about life, pet peeves, and sometimes raves about favorite things.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Still in Denial

I haven't posted in nearly two months. (If you can read, you're thinking, "No shit, dumb-ass.") I know why I haven't posted. But I don't know why I can't bring myself to officially bid y'all "adieu" and retire my blog to the great blogosphere rest-home in the sky.

Some reasons for my lack of posting:

I now look at a computer screen for at least 40 hours a week. I sit in a windowless cube. When I come home, the last thing I want to do is spend more time looking at a computer screen. I want to sit outside (weather permitting, of course) and read a book. Not that I don't love and miss many, many wonderful blogs, but I want paper pages. I'm so giddy and greedy with the concept of reading only for pleasure (it's been a year, and I still can't get over it - like a lottery winner who can't believe her good fortune), I'm inhaling several books at once. Wait - that sounds insane.

I don't know why, but when I eat a meal, I always start one thing and finish it before I move onto the next. I never thought this was weird until college and then people started pointing it out left and right. People (okay, servers, mostly in restaurants) will ask me, "Do you not like your sandwich?" when 15 minutes after my plate has been delivered, I'm still playing with the mashed potatoes or chips or fries or whatever. I'll get to my sandwich eventually. Just not until I've finished the "whatever."

That's how I used to read books. I might bring home a pile of 10 from the library, pick one and start it. And no matter how painful or tedious or boring the book, I couldn't start a new one. I had to finish the one I was currently reading. The first time I started another book without finishing my current book, I felt like I was cheating on someone. "Listen," I wanted to say to my new book, "Don't tell Eat, Pray, Love that we're doing this, okay? She thinks she's the only one in my life right now."

I eventually got over it, although the guilt lingered for years. But not this year. This year I am a reckless slut with my books, starting one and then another and then another and being SO crazy that sometimes I've even been reading four books at once! (Can you believe the promiscuity? And the craziness? So crazy with the craziness around here!)

So. Me and books have gotten back together - probably since last May - and I really feel like I need to devote all my attention to that particular relationship, since we'd broken up way back in 2004 when I started grad school.

I am also no longer filled with rage. Oh - don't get me wrong - I still have my rage. Just not enough to fill a blog post a week even - let alone a day.

But the other thing is that I am going through something right now that has got me feeling very sad and helpless. I do believe that we can manage our feelings if not "choose" them, but not this. And in between being sad and feeling helpless, I'm obsessing to anyone who will listen IRL. In fact, I'm basically out of other conversational topics once I've exhausted what books I'm reading and "The Issue" as it shall be known henceforth. Or is it "whereto"? I should have paid more attention in my Shakespeare Tragedies class in undergrad. I should have paid more attention in ALL of my classes, but that's for another blog.

Where was I? Oh, yes. The Issue. I'm pretty much surprised that anyone still picks up the phone when they see me calling because I'm sure they know there's only one subject about which I will be in the mood to discuss and that is - of course - The Issue.

Things are so bad I've started scrapbooking. This is bad because I don't take pictures, really - except for home improvement ones. And I'm not doing a home improvement scrapbook. I'm creating beautiful (well, at least I think they are) scrapbook pages with NO PICTURES. I'm experimenting with things I once openly scoffed, like "fibers" and "found objects" and "metal charms" and colored staples. If Michael's stock has soared in the past two months, I am personally responsible for it. On one particularly bad day, I became convinced I needed a "Crop-o-diler" and ran out and bought it without even looking at the price tag or considering the fact that people need air, water, food, shelter and that's about it. I'm sure people who have lost loved ones in the recent tragedies in China and Myanmar would gladly have me killed for thinking I "need" anything other than those things I already mentioned and oh, I don't know, family and friends.

I think my blog would be the perfect place to work out all my angst with The Issue, except the person about whom I am most worried - around who The Issue revolves - reads this blog. Or, at least he read it. He probably stopped reading when I stopped posting, just like everybody else. So I continue to blather on to bored friends and spend money on crap for scrapbooking that was probably made by poor exploited child laborers somewhere and I am spending my way to hell with every purchase.

Which brings me to my point. I can't remember what it was, exactly, but I do know I had one or I wouldn't have started this post. Something to do with, "Am I going to shut this sucker down for once and for all or just keep lying to myself that some day, some day very soon I will pick it up again and start blogging religiously?"

And the answer is, I don't know. But if you're reading this, thanks for checking in even when I've given you absolutely no reason to do so. I guess time will tell. Or I will be voted off the blogosphere in which case I will pack my things and leave immediately.

7 Comments:

Blogger Mamacita (Mamacita) said...

I eat that way, too. I've often considered buying sectioned dinner plates, in fact.

Please don't leave us entirely! I love your blog!

June 01, 2008 1:14 PM  
Blogger B Squared said...

I agree with the 1st comment of don't shut it down. It can sit here and wait on you to feel like blogging and it doesn't hurt anything and it will be there if you ever want to come back to it.

I'm sure some folks still check in periodically like me because your blog rings so true and is so well written that it is worth it to keep tabs.

June 01, 2008 2:47 PM  
Blogger Sue said...

I always eat all my veggies first. A carryover from when I was a kid and ate them because, to a kid, veggies suck. Since I've started this weightloss/life change thing, that particular habit has come in handy.

Anyhow, I moved my blog once when my (now) ex-boyfriend found it and was reading it. He disapproved of a lot of what I needed the blog for... me pouring out the bullshit he was trying to hand me as the God's honest truth.

So I moved it. And pressed on. And when I finally ended the torture that had become our relationship, he stalked out my friends, found them and then found my new blog.

My advice is you could start a new one, but make it completely anonymous so you may get The Issue off your chest.

Or you could let this person find it so that they can see how you are feeling and let whatever happens happen.

June 02, 2008 6:46 AM  
Blogger L said...

The nice thing is, you can't be voted out of the blogosphere.

Post as and when you like. I'll be listening.

June 02, 2008 9:56 AM  
Blogger Kai said...

Hugs to you! I'm still more than happy to get the occasional SIHE fix and would hate to see you leave the blog world!!

June 02, 2008 10:46 AM  
Blogger Elaine said...

I have kept up my blog for a while and have often felt I had nothing to write for reasons that you articulated so well, like being drained from my boring cube job, feeling like I'm saying nothing original, getting sick of the computer. I also have a tendency to flit a little from interest to interest. In any case, I just wanted to say, I hear you!

June 10, 2008 7:51 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

PS: I hope The Issue works out well for you

June 16, 2008 6:05 PM  

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