This week, I felt pretty much like this very large tower of blown glass (pic taken at the Children's Museum of Indianapolis, 2008. it actually stretches to more floors than what you see). Basically, a disorganized jumble of schtuff sticking out every which way with no apparent rhyme or reason to whatever it was I was doing.
Take for instance, Monday and Wednesday's posts. Normally, I keep my personal opinions about the stuff that you'd read out of my blog. Why? Because even though I often come off witty, lively and just a little bit flaky most of the time, there are times where I really shoot from the lip and use a shotgun-at-close-range approach whenever I get riled. Or have an out of whack blood sugar.
Yes, I said out of whack blood sugar.
People act very strangely when a lifelong medical ailment decides to kick in and say, "Yo! Start acting your age and not your shoe size!" In my case, when mine kicks in (usually when my fasting sugars in the morning start at anything over 200), two things happen: I get the male equivalent of menopause (you have my permission to laugh out loud); and my notoriously short fuse, which 99% of the time I keep well under wraps and well under control, blows.
Badly. Horribly. Terribly.
At home, no problem as the family knows when to leave me alone until I get back to my abnormal lovable self. Work, different story.
However, the good news is that those two posts weren't the end result of a temporarily messed up lifestyle health-wise. Nope. those two posts were the end result of having a plethora of buttons pushed just one too many times in both the Cyber World and the Real World.
It's been a very long time since I got fed up enough with the latest and greatest of stupid that drives this big blue marble of ours, but Monday's & Wednesday's (especially Wednesday) was the end result of getting fed up.
As they say, sometimes when you twist that rubber band one extra time, it snaps and can leave a shiny red welt on a particularly sensitive part of the body.
As all good things must come to an end, whether the ending makes sense or not, the ending of the post is upon us. The beginning started out with so much promise (like this good short story here) but as we got to the end, we wound up like this: It was a dark and stormy night.
Tune in tomorrow and Sunday over at Shooting Suburbia, because what I got coming for ya's on Monday & Wednesday & Friday, you'll need that post to remind you that I really do have a sense of humor.