What is wrong with me?
I’m staring at my blogging dashboard with the urge to write yet nothing to really write about and I look to my drafts folder just to see what’s there. The words ‘What is wrong with me?’ are staring back. Strong and stark, they ask me this puzzling question. I don’t remember writing the title to this draft post and I don’t remember what the draft might’ve been about so I click on it and discover it’s blank.
‘What is wrong with me?’
What could I have possibly meant the post to mean?
What could I have had on my mind the day I clicked ‘Add New’ and typed these words?
It’s funny to think I’ll never know. I’ll never know what I felt WAS wrong with me – and something had to have been for me to decide it warranted an entire blog post for it.
Now, with the reason for the post forgotten and the thing that was wrong with me forgotten too, it’s like I’m healed of past wounds. Wounds that may never existed or maybe I’m delusional and something really IS wrong with me. It seems something must be wrong and I’ve decided to ignore it because that seems like something I would do. Start a post about something being wrong only to squash it in it’s tracks so I don’t have to know the thing that is bothering me. Things aren’t really real until you put them on the internet right? HA!
Wow, something must be wrong with me. Look at what I’m putting myself through.
Emotional turmoil for want of a completed blog post.
Oh look. I guess this is close enough. I wrote didn’t I? I put some thoughts ‘out there’ didn’t I?
I suppose I should be satisfied and get some sleep now.
But tell me.
What is wrong with YOU?