The Daily Blah

I believe I remember reading somewhere that a study was done of people who routinely blogged their lives online and it was found that their mental health was no better that a control group of people picked at random. At least, we can be assured that their mental health was no worse.

Which is why I look askew at trying to create a new blogging experience again. Posting every day is a pain in the ass. There's really nothing about my life that's worth writing down, or keeping in a diary -- although, if you really and truly insist, I can tell you about the visit to my mother's after a long drive today.

I probably need to get into the swing of reading fanfiction again. Since Brother Grimace has used characters from "Apocalyptic Daria" by Doggieboy, that should probably be my first choice, but I *hate* feeling that I had to read something. The fandom would gather around some great writer, a John Takis or The Angst Guy or Doggieboy (is he the new great one?) or whatever, and then it would become a chore -- "gotta finish those next three chapters of PiTA" and you *didn't* look forward to it. Not that PiTA isn't a great series, and very well written; it was just the sense of obligation you imposed upon yourself, and I instinctively rebel against those obligations, even the one's other people don't set.

I tend to be a perfectionist, setting very high standards, berating myself for not meeting them and berating everyone else for the same. (See: CINCGREEN, vis-a-vis fandom for multiple examples.) Only with a series like "Legion of Lawndale Heroes" or even "Girls' Night Out" could I feel free of those high standards, free to post something that pleased me with really no one else in mind. One of the things that's been a problem is to be a bit more forgiving of other people who don't behave in ways that I feel they should behave.

Undoubtedly, there will be some reading of fan fiction and discussion of it here, although it might be one of the reasons why "The Green Sink" was never updated -- the feeling self imposed (and occasionally, imposed by others) that you *had* to be doing something. Hell, I still need to finish reading "Journey to the End of the Night" and "American Gods", and I started those books six months ago and they are still not finished.

So to fandom, and to any readers out there, here is a warning. As someone once said, "I give you not my best". You'll find true, honest-to-God C-minus work here; the upkeep at Fortress CINCGREEN is not what it used to be.