Turning off the bitch switch, and going off in search of the funny.

I know I have come here lately and whined and bitched a lot about “relationships” (and I use that term loosely) gone wrong.  They couldn’t have gone wrong, they weren’t going anywhere.

They?

It.

It wasn’t a relationship.  It was two people who spent a few nights talking on the phone until all hours of the night and convinced ourselves we had found something.

I have spent a whole lot of time here preaching about all the things I learned in therapy.  I regret that I can’t tell you some of the funniest stuff from therapy, but there’s the whole confidentiality business.  Therapy is like Vegas, what happens there, stays there.

I’m purging things from my life.  Dead weight.  People who bring me down.  I’m saying no to things I don’t want to do.  I’m saying yes to things I do want to do.  All of this is pretty basic shit that most people get and do on a daily basis, sort of like breathing.  Apparently I missed that day.  I don’t know.

I do know this.  There have been times recently that I have thought of shutting this place down.  Throwing in the towel.  I’ve watched my stats drop from thriving three figure page visits a week, to life support required barely two figure visits a week.  And I know it’s because A) I don’t write every day and B) I don’t write crap worth reading.

Yet, the thought of throwing in the towel, giving up, kinda pisses me off.  I’m not a quitter.  I mean I hang on to ‘relationships’ until they are dead and then?  Revive them zombie like until they die again.  Why would I give up MY blog so easily?

I just need to find my writing Mojo again.  Although I seriously doubt it’s laying around in Hogwarts and that’s where I’ve been as of late.  But I will find it.  I will find my funny, brilliant, witty, hilarious writing again.  Even if I have to spend an entire day purging my brain of all this left over garbage that seems to continue to hang around. Anyone have any brain bleach I can borrow?