I cannot even seem to comment well. 16

I started by telling Cruel Virgin that I would not comment there. I felt that I was in echo mode. It was not to slight her views, or discourage her writing, I was just stating what I thought was obvious. She disagreed, though she seemed to understand. Then, I started noticing that I just could not comment well anywhere. I was off at least a quarter of a degree, my comments lacked interest, definition, humor, or my living human manner. I feel as if my comments (and blog posts) are stale, like cardboard, and flat just so.

I have tried to write a comment recently, several times, only to just end up leaving without posting. Nothing I was about to post was offensive, for the most part (some truth is offensive, but there is a difference between offensive opinion and offensive fact). I just do not wish to leave little nothings, with no life, often off topic to some degree, and more just blathering than not.

I am not sure what to do about it. I will continue to blog. I am trying to put at least one thing out per day. It may be dry, flat, tasteless, and stale, but it will give me something to do, keep my writing skills at least in ready reserves, and hopefully when the flow returns, I may just splurge and surge.

Oh, the good thing is, as I mentioned at Cruel Virgin’s place… this is as bad as it gets. I have come a hell of a long way, from wanting to pull the plug every time the wind changed direction, I sneezed, or a chill ran through the room to not even noticing a hurricane, and dealing pretty well with this privation and that befoulment. I have even found some power and some brilliance in the old body. It might even be made functionable! I could get through school, or at least learn to mountain man a bit (hobby form, mostly). I might be able to find a good woman, spin her up, pop out a few mini-mes, and show her a wonderful world. Yes, I have come a ways.

Now, like that last as I do, it does not change the shape I am in currently or overall (in a way). So, I still have to grumble and gripe my way through, at the moment. And, I will do it, but I do not have to like it. Which, really, is fine. At least this time I have a little value added to the typical work like this. It has been 16 days and counting. I think from now on, I will put the number of days tobacco free in the title.