I can't focu--Oh. My. Gosh. Giraffes!

I've decided that sometimes life just likes messing with me.

Take this blog for example. When I first started I knew for a fact that no one except my roommate and my family back home were reading it so I felt free to share whatever I liked. As it got more popular (mostly among other friends but also among strangers that stumbled upon it) I was super excited that others were reading it, but now I get all paranoid and don't really want to share anything too personal because my life doesn't need to be more complicated with stalkers and the like.

Although, even supposing that I might obtain a stalker is a bit conceited. I'm not actually that awe-inspiring. I'm kind of like...a giraffe. Super awesome if you've never seen one before but really easy to get used to except when they do something strange--like lick you with their freaking huge purple tongues.

Or we could have this amazing situation. You fret and worry yourself half to death over a decision for almost a MONTH and then the person you were so worried about offending or hurting totally beats you to the punch and makes the decision before you've decided how best to do it. I mean sure, it makes life a lot easier and less stressful, but you feel kind of dumb stressing so much in the first place when the other party just threw it out there in casual conversation. It's kind of like getting camel-slapped. Not particularly painful, but surprising to the nth degree.

(I couldn't find an illustration to explain a camel-slap, but it's been used in my family for quite some time to describe when one person smacks another person's forehead...usually when they're not paying attention because they tend to make really stupid awesome faces. Since I couldn't find a legit picture I'm including this picture of a camel hoping that it will quench your desire for more illustrations.)

This blog totally started off as a commitment to write more (or at least it did in my head) and it's completely turned into something else so sorry about that. I think I'll just wrap it all up with a nice quote by Anton Chekhov a Russian playwright, short-story writer, and physician who said, "Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out." 

"Stay fierce and funky fresh" sounds like pretty good advice and it has alliteration, sooo that's my salute to you. And here's a nice ending illustration video (google images failed me but youtube was a definite win)...

 

***By the way, just in case you were wondering, this post definitely wasn't named until after I'd written it. The giraffes were a byproduct of my completely inability to focus when I have multiple ideas in my head.***