I just came across some archived HTML documents from my first-ever blog, appropriately titled "Crazy Lady in the Corner." I thought it would be amusing to read some of my early pre-9/11, pre-unemployment, pre-marriage, pre-mommy, pre-stay-at-home-mommy rants. Oh it was amusing alright. And then it was sad, tragic actually. Realizing how funny and articulate I used to be is making me wonder what happened to me? Did I really (as some claim) lose brain cells during pregnancy? Are they gone forever? Or am I just too serious now, too caught up in a world-gone-mad to see the humor, the real humor, in much of what's wrong with the world.
Before 9/11, you could blog about stupid things like conslutting jargon (oopsl, I meant consulting, Freudian slip or typo?), after? I guess you still can, but it just doesn't feel right. Before kids, I could blog about people's stupidity with more laughter than anger, now that I have children, who have to grow up in a world inhabited by so many stupid people, I'm finding it's not so funny.
I don't mean to say there's nothing funny to write about anymore, sure there is, but it's all sardonically funny, ironically funny, tragically funny, at best. At worst it's just plain infuriating, not funny at all.
But I miss the old me a little now. I miss being witty about life's foibles. I miss not taking it all so seriously, and I wonder, can I ever go back there? What would it take?
Posted by insomnomaniac at July 6, 2006 10:54 PM | TrackBackI know the feeling, Deb. All too well.
If you go back to the early days of S&G, it was serious as a heart attack. TOO serious. After awhile the leaden, somber tone began to annoy me. I didn't want to be one of those fourteen-month wonders (I really do enjoy the idea of blogging), so I made a conscious decision to lighten it up.
Now I look on a daily basis for funny stuff--not that I always find any. And I decided to put in the weekly bikini babe in case any soldiers were reading (there have been a few). I find that it's like practicing a sport, or playing the piano--the longer you develop your "funny eye," the funnier things are.
I could just about have a coronary laughing at the loony left, because they are so COMPLETELY retarded. Unfortunately we're at war and they've become a dangerous fifth column, so a lot of the humor potential is lost.
But don't let it get you down too much. I raised two kids too. Of course they're grown up now so it's not quite as personal as it used to be, but--
--whoops, forgot my wife's nine-year-old!
Okay, no more humor for me!