Okay, so my husband likes to notice my quirky issues, at least they are quirky to him. I think he's got his own set of quirks himself, but he seems to feel completely justified in those issues, so we won't discuss them.
Anyway, I do realize my personality tends to lend itself to addictive behavior such as chocolate and well, sweets and sugar in general. If any of you know me very well, you will realize that I have a serious sweet tooth for the usual ice cream, chocolate, homemade desserts (usually containing chocolate), etc. My addictions usually involve only food thanks to some serious medications I'm taking--that's a joke and if any of you believed that for one second, I would ask you to no longer read my blog because what if I really am taking medications and you were sitting there judging me? Now we have a problem. Back to the issue at hand.
You know those little dessert pie things that you can buy? They've been around since I was a kid, but I don't know their exact name, anyway, I've never tried one of them. This is not because I haven't had the chance. I have intentionally avoided them because I recognize that they are a dessert and I have a dessert addiction and if I try one, I may like it. If I like it, I may start being tempted to buy it and eat it. It's a bit like sin, I'm avoiding it at all costs. I did this for years with Snickers bars too. I think I gave in one night when I had to have something chocolatey and it was the only option in the house due to someone else...not sure who...eating all the other chocolatey options.
I really do think that there's something dangerously addictive to this blogging thing. Why? Because I refuse to subscribe to any of my friends' blogs because I want to be excited to visit each and every one of your sites each day to see if by chance you've posted something new. I realize that I could receive some sort of email update, but where's the fun in that? I want to let you know I care and feed my addiction simultaneously by visiting your sites on a daily, sometimes multi-daily basis.
I find myself now going about my day thinking, "How would I write about this in a blog?" "Could I possibly take a picture of this and post it with my blog thoughts?" "How many comments would it draw?" "What creative title could I tag with it?" "Do you think someone I don't even know has found my blog and is going to comment today?" "Where would she live?" (I chose the feminine pronoun here because my husband swears my blog is a...what did he call it? "estrogen fest" or something like that.)
As you know from the previous post, we just bought a house and needed to turn on the utilities and I was left to decide if we could or could not afford internet. Well, everyone knows you don't let addicts make decisions for themselves. They're never going to choose the best option, only the most self-interested option. My husband may not know of my addiction yet, well, until he reads this blog entry because like any good addict, I'm hiding it well.