It seems that I need to comment on my last post.

A few weeks ago I wrote that I would try to some different things here.  That I was going to try to write what popped into head. That’s what happened.

A few people read that and decided that there must be some sort of problem.

Let me explain the process.

The other night I was supposed to have a few people come over and play poker.  A few of them no showed on me, and this is typical of the people in question.  A few others could not make for various other reasons.  The result, however, was that even though I had tried vary hard to set something up, no one was going to show up.

I sat at my computer and stewed about this.  My phone rang and I jumped up to get to it before it went to voicemail.  In the process, I knocked my microphone/headphones off the desk and stepped on them.  They were completely broken.  I answered the phone and it was some telemarketer begging for my money.  I gave them a few choice words and hung up on them.

I was angry.  Angry as hell.  I felt emotions in me that reminded me of some the deepest and darkest depressions I had known.

When I calmed down, 10 or 15 minutes later, I started to think about how easily those emotions came back.  I sat down and wrote about it.  

The point is this:  The last post seemed very dark, but really there was nothing more than a hint of an emotion from a decade ago.

I enjoy writing, but I grow bored with the format of this blog.  I want to be able to write a little more creatively.  Do me a favor; don’t read into what I write.  If you think that this site is a good barometer for how I’m doing, you couldn’t be more wrong.  I choose to write what I write and it may or may not reflect how I am feeling.

I don’t really know what else to say about but…

At least I’m not A Daddy Blogger.