Lame, Lame, Lame

If all my friends were jumping off a cliff, I’d take it under advisement.

That phrase occurred to me as I walked into work today. The actual train of thought was this: my parking job was not perfect (it almost never is). I thought if somebody else parking at the same time said anything about it, I could move my truck three inches forward to make it closer to ideal. Then, I thought, what if that person said, “Do you always do what people tell you to do?” And I would say, “Well, not if you told me to jump off a cliff.”

I suppose that falls under the heading of long story, not very interesting. It sounded better in my head. It often does.

That was what I wrote before work started. At my first break, I wrote:

So there I was, writing my Lame Friday Post, and I don’t like it. And I didn’t start to dislike it till I was two sides of a page in! What’s that all about? (A note: as I type this into the computer later: I actually did not inflict everything I had written on you, so the preceding was not, in fact, two sides of a page.) (In case anybody was counting.) Usually if I start to dislike what I’m writing, it happens right away. After a paragraph or even a sentence. Sometimes it doesn’t even make it to the page, because I reject it while it’s still in my head.

And then I went on for another few paragraphs on the inner critic. They weren’t very good paragraphs, and I don’t feel like typing them in.

So as Lame Posts go, I’d say this is one of the lamest. I feel bad about that, because, you know, I gotta think that yesterday’s post about instant coffee was kind of lame too. I am in a blog slump. What to do? What to do? I guess the usual: I’ll look for some Mohawk Valley adventures and try again tomorrow. Happy Friday, everyone.