I usually have this running commentary in my head. The commentary is just my inner self making zany, off-color remarks about any old thing and often prompts me to smile widely at nothing, eliciting curious looks from passers-by. These days, the voices are silent. Which is a total bummer because I really like laughing at my own humor (because so few other people get it) and the constant inner dialogue is generally where I write from. So no laughing wickedly to myself in public and no narcissistic posts (I guess this may count after all).
Not really, though. I have tons to write about, but I just don’t want to. The things I have to say right now are incredibly polarizing and even a smidge unfair. I prefer to write about myself because I don’t know much about anything else. As much as I want to write about other things, I just don’t feel like what I have to say is balanced. And it wouldn’t be fair to write my opinion, even though this is a blog based solely on my own thoughts, opinions, experiences and perspective, without giving a voice to the other side.
Vague much? I’d like to tell you I’m an open book, but I most often play close to the chest. Until I work through this brooding phase, I have a feeling the voices will stay quiet.