Living Room

This is my pretty blog. It's like my mom's living room. Kept in good shape, ready for guests, and the debris of my life tucked safely out of view.

The problem that I've realized is that a living room does not a house make. Nope, what makes a house is the bedroom (though some would probably say that kitchen trumps bedroom, I disagree.) If you are one of those neat and tidy people maybe your bedroom looks just like your living room (clean) with the exception that there is a bed in it instead of a couch and love seat set.

I am not one of those people. My bedroom looks nothing like my mom's living room. Sometime the mess gets to even me and I spend a few hours getting it clean enough that I can start getting it properly dirty again, but most of the time my room is in a delightful state of chaos.

But I'm okay with that. My bedroom is mine. It's the place where I can run and shut myself in when life gets overwhelming (all too often), and the place where I can lounge in my underwear if I so choose without inflicting that sight on anyone else in the world.

This blog is not like that. This blog is like the living room, for the guest, not for me. My facebook is also for the guest instead of for me (although thankfully, unlike my facebook pag, my parents haven't found this so they can let me know whenever anything that I post or write might be inappropriate or offensive in any way shape or form to anyone.) I don't post controversial things, I try not to yank any chains, or post passive aggressive comments, or depressing song lyrics with no context which will make people think I want to kill myself.

I have a wonderful friend who recently showed me their blog, and it was a bedroom, no question about it. Reposts of stills and gifs from a favorite tv show, short spur of the moment posts, and rants with language that would make a sailor blush.

I'm jealous. I have lots of rants and tonight in particular it would be satisfying to let fly. But I'm not going to, because this isn't a bedroom.

Instead you get a tidied up pseudo-philosophical stream of consciousness about internet bedrooms.

@%&# it.