I Need Some Space
This blogging thing is getting a little out of control. It's not you, it's me. See, I have a tendency to be just a teensy bit obsessive-compulsive. Okay, fine, I'm a lot obsessive-compulsive. I am a creature of routine and ritual, and I can easily get carried away with either. Which brings me to the whole blogging thing.
Over the summer, when my routine involved waking up whenever I damn well pleased and then sitting on the beach for the remainder of the day, I fell into the habit of posting daily, which was cool. I had lots of time to think about all manner of things and get worked up about what other people wrote to the newspaper. But now my routine consists of waking up at 5 o' fucking clock in the morning, spending ten to twelve hours at school, stopping somewhere for take-out on my way home, and blogging while eating my one meal of the day. Oh, and I try to read the editorial page of the newspaper just in case someone's written a letter I can bitch about on my blog.
I'm afraid this is not a very healthy approach to blogging.
And you know what's totally missing from my life? Sleep. Check it out: in the three weeks since school started, I've posted as late as 11:58! And honestly, I changed the time on that one because it was after midnight when I finished it and I wanted it to appear on the previous day.
See, I'm fucking crazy.
On Friday I came home after happy hour, decided to take a nap, and woke up 15 hours later. That's how sleep-deprived I've been.
So. . .I hereby declare a return to sporadic blogging on my part. I'm aware that the world does not give a rat's ass whether I post every day or every week or every month or even at all, but the first step is admitting you have a problem.
Boy, that felt good.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some doorknobs to disinfect.
14 comments:
I am sure that once you've settled into your normal obsessive-compulsive routine that comes with any school year that you will soon work blogging into the schedule. You just need a chance to figure out where it fits best. I would say NOT after multi-hour happy hours.
You won't believe it, Ei, but I only had ONE drink!
I know you won't post from work, a policy I respect, but don't abide by, but you know, you could always write your posts there and actually post them when you get home.
(Not that I think you have tons of free time at work, but I know there are days when I can't bear to use my planning period to actually plan.)
First time visitor, fellow OCD blogger. Not a teacher, but I can relate. Hope to see you posting frequently if sporadically.
I happen to give a rat's ass whether you blog or not. In fact, I give something bigger than a rat's ass - maybe a cat's ass?
Anyway, although you may not be blogging obsessively anymore, is it ok if we check your blog obsessively for updates?
I tried to stay away and not blog but I realize that I too am an obsessive compulsive blogger. I don't want people to lose interest or forget me. How pathetic is that?
Boo! I also give a rat's ass and then some. By the way, I like the fact that you caught me contradicting myself regarding southern accents. Good to know you are paying attention! Still, I, like, stand by my love of the drawl, y'know?
Don't forget to lick each doorknob after it's clean.
I hear you sister! I've noticed a slowdown in all the teacher blogs this month. Understandable, and I'm with CP and will still make the rounds even if I don't have the energy to write myself.
Lulu: If you had once made your principal's top ten internet users list and been called upon to explain what blogger.com was and why it was one of your 20 most visited sites, you probably wouldn't blog from school either. I'm just sayin'. :)
BlueBlanket: Thanks for stopping by!
CP: Please, stalk yourself silly.
Maritza: Yeah, I'm about to work on a post anyway after all that shit about space.
Chris: It's love now? I think before it was just run-of-the-mill affection. . .
Grant: Unless someone has recently placed acid on my doorknobs, I will not be licking them.
WonderTurtle: I was helping a brand new teacher the other day and I asked him how it was going. He got this really confused look on his face and said, "teaching is HARD," like he was totally amazed by the revelation. It was cute. Bet he doesn't have a blog.
Teacher sent to principle to explain "Acid on the doorknobs" comment on blog after students are found licking hallway doorknobs and behaving strangley.
Phil: I think the blog alone may be grounds for dismissal. Or at least that's the nightmare I have every night.
Megs, repeat after me. "Tenured teachers cannot be fired. Tenured teachers cannot be fired." Around these parts you would have to go all Mary Kay (I don't care if he's 13, I love him) LeTourneau to lose your job.
Just for the record, I am profoundly disturbed by the idea of the "top ten Internet users list" at a place of employment. I am so fucked.
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