I Take That Back, I Blame Avitable!

The other day, I got serious for a minute. Seriously immature.

I basically threw a pissy bitch fit. I was upset at myself. Still, that's like the first time I was real in this new blog space and it's weird -- I don't really want to share my feelings, I just want to make fun of planet earth and everyone on it.

Now, my head is back in the game and I blame my meltdown on Adam Avitable. He gave me a complex. That dude is a prolific writing machine and it makes me feel less than worthy. How dare he make me insecure!

But that's just the thing, dare I get serious again. Nobody can make you feel anything. You allow them to do that. And of course I'm joking, it would be stupid to feel that way. I admire his ability to run a great blog and update with such frequency. I was upset with what I perceived as my failure to do so.

It wasn't just that, in fact it was much, much bigger. A lot of stuff was getting under my skin and making me a loony. Loonier.

When my headspace is fucked, every little thing messes with me and rattles my cage. When in the right frame of mind, there is an invisible shielf around me and all the bullshit bounces right off.

Just like Wonder Woman with her awesome bracelets.

So I guess the moral of this story is that funny people inspire me to hate them and I can deflect bullets.