Shame, Shame, know my name...

As a friend so eloquently reminded me... I am a big lier because I said I would blog, and I haven't blogged.

So here I am, getting back on the horse. I know exactly how it happened that I became this lier, non-blogger. I can explain it to you all so you can be sure that it doesn't happen to you...

It is very similar situation to a long distance relationship (LDR) going south. (as those of you who know me can attest, this is an area I know something about)

First, in the LDR, things are great on the communication front. The phone call is all you have, so you start to tell each other every little thing that happens in each others' day. Much like the beginning of the blog, it is so new that any little thing that pops into your head has to be communicated, for instance, love for lime jello. http://franklinkeller.blogspot.com/2007/05/procrastinating-or-relaxing.html

Next, the little daily routines start to seem too boring and so therefore not worth mentioning and wasting minutes. You no longer want to get on the phone with your long distance girlfriend (or boyfriend) and talk about how you went to the store today and bought, milk, eggs, and fabric softener. This is exactly how the blog starts to die. You begin to think that the little things you think about blogging about aren't quite as brilliant as your previously brilliant posts and so they are boring and not worth mentioning. These are all huge mistakes because the little things are what makes the world go 'round.

Intimacy, in a LDR, is made up of the little things about your day that you communicate to one another. If you were in the same city, in front of each other, you would say "hey i went to the store and got some stuff - it was really crowded and this lady held up the line by buying 5 cartons of unfiltered Pall Malls." But this little story somehow escapes you as unimportant in an LDR. You start to think of the phone calls as the lifeline of the relationship and therefore the calls should be intense connected and professing all sorts of love. Which is exactly the wrong way to think about it, much like writing the blog, when it is wrong to sit down and think about having to write something brilliant. That is a surefire way to get writer's block - or in the case of an LDR - intimacy block.

Eventually you come to this place where you dread the call. You answer the phone and barely can muster the excitement for a simple "hey". You are stuck now, on the call from hell, that goes something like this...

Me: "how was your day?"
Ex-LDR: "fine. How was your day?"
Me: "fine."

:::7 minutes of silence passes::::::

Me: "so what are you doing tonight?"
Ex-LDR: "nothing."
Me: "got anything planned for tomorrow?"
Ex-LDR: "work, same as any other day."

::::::3 more minutes of silence pass::::::::::

Ex-LDR: "did you study?"
Me: "no. not yet."
Ex-LRD: "ok. i will let you go do that then. talk to you later."
Me: "talk to you later."

:::::::fade out::::::::::::::

If you are wondering about the analogy to the blog... it goes something like this...

"i know i haven't written on this blog in awhile, I have lots to say i think. I will write more later when I have time." Then no posts appear for 2 months.

So now that I know what the problem is... I am going to just start writing down every little thing that pops into my mind. I've got to keep the intimacy alive. Another reason for this lesson in "how the blog goes bad" is that I am now in a new relationship. An LDR. Again. Yes, I know. Really. Further away than the last one. I don't want to hear any more flack from anyone. She is so amazing! Completely amazing. I have never clicked with anyone so much in my life.

I mention the LDR because I find myself wanting to creep into the old answers to the question "what are you doing?" Yesterday, I said "nothing." AHHH! no. I can't let that happen. The truth is never "nothing." The correct answer to "what are you doing?" is "I am procrastinating from doing anything resembling schoolwork by watching reruns online of many tv shows. many many tv shows. I also ate 5 slices of pizza, drank 2 liters of diet coke, and played with my cats by running back and forth down my hallway with a q-tip tied to 3 feet of dental floss."

So this is my mantra... it's all about the little stuff. seriously. it's tough. it may sound easy to you amateurs out there... but once you have a blog, you may get my meaning.

Heather Out. (I got this from something this amazing girl sent me from her sister)