Believe it or not, sometimes even a blabber mouth has nothing to say

It has been brought to my attention by several people that I have not posted anything new in many months. I hadn't realized how much time had gone by. I also hadn't realized that anyone would notice. I mean, let's face it - the only people reading this thing are those who already know and love me (For which I am extremely appreciative. Thanks, guys).

So, why haven't I posted anything in months? Good question. Everyone who knows me is also fully aware that I usually have opinions about most things and I am not shy about expressing them. I come from a long line of talkative, opinionated people, and blabbing is in the genes. My father, a first-class yakker in his own right, actually had the nerve to tell his children they had used all their words for the day when we were growing up. If all of this is true, why haven't I been logging my thoughts down for posterity?

The whole premise of this blog is to share with a (mostly) disinterested world the crazy things happening outside my window. When I was gainfully UNemployed this summer, I had plenty of time to watch all the shenanigans taking place in my neighborhood, things I never saw when I was a 9-5er. When I finally rejoined the working world, all those soap opera stories continued, but I wasn't there to watch them. But is that really the reason I stopped blogging?

I think I have a pretty good imagination. Some of my ideas might seem like pure lunacy to the general public, but I like to think of myself as a no-holds-barred imaginist (Yes, that is a made up word. My first of the day!). I usually have several ideas for a tale of some sort running around my brain and when they have percolated long enough, I write them down. Some are good, some are horrible, but in general they seem to flow pretty easily. If that is true, why am I not posting those on my blog?

Here is what I am afraid is true about me and this blog: that I have become one of those people who only has something public to say when the world seems horrible. Maybe the reason why I had so many ideas to blog about during the summer was because I really needed a creative outlet for all the angst I was feeling while looking for employment. Looking back on the summer of 2009, I can truly say it was one of the most difficult times of my life. I literally slaved away trying to convince somebody, ANYBODY to hire me to do a decent job at a decent wage. I have never in my life expended so much energy for so little return and looking back, I am aware how much that was beginning to eat me up from the inside out. So, maybe that is why blogging was so easy last summer and feels so much like work now.

Ok, psychoanalysis time is over - thank goodness. Is everyone still awake or have I bored you all to sleep?

I am going to do my best to keep blogging. It isn't just my neighborhood that is outside my silly little window, it is the whole freaking world with all the fantastic things that happen in it. I don't consider myself much of a writer, but I know that I do have some ideas that entertain my friends now and then. And life is good and getting better every day. It's time to start posting and see what happens.

Maybe I will finally remember to take a picture of the headless, naked manniquins with tassels on their nipples and stars on their, um, private bits that appear in random places on Market Street. If I do, I promise to post it. If I forget, well, use your own imagination for a change and stop relying so much on mine.