I am going to call that nagging feeling you get when you want to or, at minimum, feel you ought to have posted something on your blog but didn’t blagging. The blags? Not sure if this is a noun, a verb, or an adjective.
Life was busy and computers were nowhere to be found. I found myself writing my post in my head. It isn’t this one, either. It was a discussion about evil. (Look for it in days to come.) Doesn’t that sound insane? Writing a discussion in one’s mind with you, the person whom I am writing to at this very moment, me, myself, and I, taking both sides of the argument? THAT’S WHAT A LOVE OF WORDS DOES TO YOU: MAKES YOU CRAZY!
I love crazy.
I love certain kinds of crazy.
I love the crazy that starts one place, travels all around me memory and knowledge, ricochets off someone else’s, and lands me back in a place kind of familiar but maybe uncomfortably new.
Blagging is good for that except that the crazy lingers much longer than I want it to. I need to get the crazy out.
Thank you to all who read this and understand without raising an eyebrow. For those who do not, look upon this as you would a bride before she trips down the entrance stairs. Beautiful, but oof. Then turn away.
Finally, a toast: May your blags be far and few between!
See you soon. My crazy doesn’t behave for long. (Hope yours doesn’t either!)