Blogxiety

I'm experiencing blogxiety. I feel like I should come up with something meaningful and valuable to say, a proper blog entry instead of just my random thoughts mixed in with poetry, YouTube clips, quizzes and memes. Anyone else out there feeling performance blogxiety?

I feel like my last entries that weren't comic strips and paraphernalia have just been full of "me-me-me" navel-gazing. On the other hand, I feel like I can't write about a lot of the things occurring around me due to the desire to protect others' privacy and anonymity. How do we reconcile that—talking about things that deeply affect us, which to reveal would infringe upon those we care about? Wow, that sentence was barely English. Reminds me of



YODA:
When 900 years old you reach,
look as good you will not...mmm?

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Which brings me to feeling old. I'm feeling like life's passed me by. Like somewhere there was a turn in the road I didn't take. I'm seriously identifying with Bridget Jones who had visions of  "dying alone and being found three weeks later half-eaten by an Alsatian."

And somehow, yours-superbly-talented has turned yet another post into whiny navel-gazing. Bravo me! I think that'll do for now. *sigh*