The Gerli Life calls BULLSHIT!

I think the reason why I post my random thoughts on this here blog-thing, is just so I can get fabulous tirades of "wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee-you-self-obsessed-female" from friends and family.

Sometimes, even though you suspect that you are perhaps being a little self-critical and melodramatic, you need to hear it from someone else.

As always, my 'someone else' was my friend from "The Gerli Life", Elena.

Ok, that is such bullshit, I can't even stand it. Oh, the sacrifice and drama of it all, the I must grow up now and give up this dream nonsense. Have you lost your mind entirely???Don't let these ridiculous people with their sad, pathetic stories of self-sacrifice talk you out of being a writer. Being a writer, or an artist, or what have you, is something you define, not some crackpot living in a hovel w/ unpaid bills and a collapsing ceiling. Please stop reading these magazines. It's like saying that to be a successful actor you have to be a starving artist for X number of years, have no friends or family, blah blah blah. Everyone has their own path. Some people strike up a conversation in a bar and 2 months later are in a blockbuster movie and they're off and running. Some others do the struggling, self-sacrifing bit all their lives to get nowhere. Ditto with writing. Yes, you do have to put in the time, because stuff doesn't write itself, but I think having to sacrifice your friends, family, job, sanity, fun, travelling, dog, personal hygiene, health insurance, Xmas and New Year's - well, that's just nuts. Obsessive people can do what they want, you do it your way and please stop with the nonsense. I will not let you, in good conscience, give up on this writing thing of yours, it's too much fun and too important for you. And I will not allow you to turn it into suffering and then end up not doing it because you don't like suffering. Don't even argue with me about this,
I will not. And that's all I have to say about that.

Isn't she fabulous?! Of course, she's abs0lutely right. There is absolutely no need to forego personal hygeine to prove myself a true creative-type. Anyway, I couldn't give up lathering myself with all that yummy smelling stuff from Bath & Body Works.

I also have to give props to my no-nonsense Dad who, even though he expressed this through my Mum, read my blog once and ended up wondering why I'm always so busy self-analyzing myself all the time. I don't think he intends to read it again, but in case he does... don't worry Dad!

It's kind of funny, because I don't view my posts that way. They're often just random streams of consciousness, things I think about, consider, wonder about... I can see how they could come across this way (as self-doubting), however, without context or the frame-of-reference of spending actual, physical time with me. Ask my husband, he'll tell you any day that I'm probably one of the most self-certain people he knows (feel free to chime-in here dear for moral support).

Don't worry folks. I'm not becoming a basketcase who spends most of my time on a psych's couch. I don't spend all my time doubting myself, I just have thoughts about different stuff and I care to share it.

I love it that you all call "bullshit" 0n my agonized thoughts.

I agree. Total bullshit.

(And sorry for all the swearing Mum; it's written not said. Does that get me a pass?)