Deductive Reasoning

Try and figure that subject/title out! Right at this very moment I am doing what my Magazine Editing textbook told me not to do when in my reading yesterday, which is use inside-out logic (the relationship of said Title to this post--you still with me?). Actually now that I think about it, I just did it in that sentence too. Sorry! Luckily this isn't a magazine.

Family members often ask me why I don't post on my blog more frequently, or at the very least regularly. There are actually several reasons for this. For one I do write weekly updates in the form of emails that I send to my missionary brother every Monday. But to tell you the truth my weeks are boring and frequently involve one or more of my blog readers. And so I must look beyond my day to day activities to find blogworthy events! Sometimes I sit on an idea for a week, occasionally even a month, or two as I try to decide if it is sufficiently humorous or thought provoking for its very own blog post.

What? You didn't realize my blog was funny? Oh, you didn't realize you'd been waiting this long just to read that? I know. Alas sometimes things that seem so witty and well rounded as I write become really quite flat when they are translated to the computer screen. Its a sad fact and I think physics is to blame. Anyway, it is this that brings me to one of the main reasons you often go days, weeks, and months at a time with nary a word: I am an insecure blogger.

I don't know quite why this is. When it comes to writing papers that I'm actually graded on I'm hardly ever daunted and can turn them in on deadline. But when it comes to the informality of blogging the three-year-old inside of me suddenly surfaces. I've just finished with my "beautiful" project and now I want to know what all of my friends and family members think of it. Often I find myself sneaking back to check my blog for comments as soon as I've finished writing and posting a new piece. I'll do it each time I log on for email or when I make my daily blog circuit. And each time "The Oxford Comma" appears on the monitor that metaphoric three-year-old is reflected back at me--looking for acclamation.

I also suffer from poster's remorse. This is directly related to the dead humor of my "funny" blogposts. Sure it seems funny while I'm writing it, but on one of those sneak backs I suddenly realize how very unfunny what I've written is and then I wish I'd never posted it in the first place. So I treat this the same way I do my shoppers remorse--I simply post nothing.

Are you all feeling a little more illuminated about my psychology? Don't worry too much despite all these issues I seem to get through each day without too many problems. Although yesterday I was suddenly seized by shoe fever, and even now I can hardly keep myself from going out and picking up a new pair of shoes with the money I just earned doing another few little freelance editing jobs.