Wednesday, December 29, 2010

it's not me, it's you

Okay, well, not you specifically (probably) because, as a general rule, the people who inhabit my blogoverse are decent, kind (& intelligent! & supportive! & witty!) people who tend to be far better to me than I probably deserve for simply sitting around in my pajamas posting stuff about my cats on the internet.

Speaking of...



Anyway. Let's get something straight right now. I'm not quitting blogging and I am not depressed. And despite suggestions to the contrary, I tend to think that most of the rest of the world needs counseling, not me.

See, I've had a rough year physically, emotionally and financially and it's recently been topped off by the death of one of the most beloved and important men in my life. Add in the fact that I deal with serve a sometimes rude, frequently obtuse public for less per hour than I'd make doing, oh...probably anything else I'm qualified for and you have the perfect equation to make my tolerance for other people's shit and getting shit on by other people fairly low. Imagine that. (Shocker, I know.) The year (almost year and a half, actually) I've had, there'd probably be something seriously wrong with me if I felt anything else. But believe me when I say I am using the term "you" in a very general "people in general" sort of way. Not you. Never.

So, I am okay, okay? You can stop worrying now. (yes, YOU.)

24 comments:

JB Miller said...

Excellent.

Now go make some bacon, dammit.

minimedic said...

Most. Adorable. Video. EVAH.

Toni said...

Alright. I 'll stop.

be603 said...

Yes, bacon. Bacon makes everything better.

ViolentIndifference said...

Great post!

Patrick said...

Only one thing better than bacon, right?

Bacon Vodka!

Wiz said...

Yes! Ma'am!

Mark Alger

Toni said...

Better than bacon ? Kitties. Pawsdown.

Jennifer said...

Oh okay. I just had to worry about you jumping ship on the blogosphere thing. Leaving me to raise a blogson alone and all...
:)
I'm really sorry you've had a shitty year. I feel your pain. And yes, it is all the insane freaks that make our lives stressful that need therapy. Unless of course you are referring to the recoil kind. I could use some more of that.
*This should not be misconstrued to mean I want to shoot the idiots. That would be a waste of expensive ammunition.

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

Me?

Mike W. said...

You've gone through a lot of shit in the past year and have handled it admirably IMO. Don't worry about what a bunch of anonymous assholes have to say to you about it.

Personally I don't know how you deal with library patrons everyday. I know I wouldn't have the patience for that.*

*on that note, could you imagine Jay G. doing your job?

You've got every right to be frustrated and short with people right now. That's natural and healthy at times.

Oh yeah, and love the video! Sooo cute!

ViolentIndifference said...

Jennifer: I'm more than one blogmom can handle.

LauraB said...

Damn it - and just when I found out how to can bacon at home...

It can wait.

Be well...

Jeanne S said...

As someone who's been where it sounds like you're at, trust me when I say: it gets easier. Not easier in the sense of less people giving you crap (as far as I can tell, that just doesn't happen unless you become a hermit), but easier in the sense of it affects you less as you get older and gain perspective.

And kitties are definitely better than bacon.

wrm said...

There's a school of thought out there sez you have to blog *every day*

Yea, well, maybe, meh.

Post when you have something to say. It's better that way :-)

WV: miftards. "On the way to the gunshow we passed a bunch of miftards protesting about the loophole"

ZerCool said...

The idea of JayG doing your job, as noted above, amuses the hell out of me. I don't think the hobos would offer him fuzzy chocolates...

As to stopping worrying: No. And you can't make me. So neener!

I (along with many of your readers) have never met you in person (although I hope to change that at a blogshoot someday). Nonetheless, we are part of a loose community, and communities tend to have concern for the well-being of their citizens. So, at least in my case, please don't take it as mothering or nannying, and just the quiet and rather remote support of a casual friend. Lotta people pulling for you.

WV: demisug: that's like Splenda, right?

Ed Skinner said...

Get 'im!

David said...

Ok, ok. I'll stop (sort of) worrying about you. But I'm the worrying sort. Especially about my friends. :) And friend is not a word I apply lightly.

instinct said...

Jen's right (as usual) recoil therapy is always a good thing. Recoil therapy followed by bacon or other meat products is even better!

Skip said...

Kid, I've been a lurker on your blog for a long time.
One of the reasons was when you became a 'new shooter' and followed your progress. Another was you show us the trials and tribulations of whats it's like in the stacks.
Many times you have kicked over the giggle box and we do not get a lot of that anymore.
@ Jennifer- it is not a waste of ammo.
Love you, Mike, and the Kittah.
From us to you.
Keep on truckin' and if ya need a lil' help with trolls we got yer back.

Tango said...

breda, that post sounded a bit worrisome. You ok?

Julie said...

{{hugs}} breda

On a Wing and a Whim said...

Hey Breda,

You're more than okay, you're awesome. And that video was just oozing cute across my keyboard - thanks!

Whenever you feel like posting, I'll look forward to reading what you want to share - but I'd rather you spend time with those you love and enjoy life than work for the demands of strangers on the internet. :-)

Hope next year is full of even more fun memories and shooty goodness!

OrangeNeck said...

What, me worry? Nah.