Thumper (Bambi’s pal) gave those words of advice that have prevented me from writing anything: “If you don’t have anything nice to say,” I tell myself, “don’t say anything at all.” For the past month I have ogled, oohed, ahhed and vicariously “foodgasmed” my way through so many wonderful blogs. I’ve empathized with some struggles, envied others’ eats, and drowned myself in guilt from my lack of exercise drive in comparison to others. I avoid acting, sounding and mainly becoming my mother who is known for her superior ability to pity herself and make Debbie Downer look like goddam Tickle-Me-Elmo. I don’t wish that degree of negativity on anyone, especially the innocent food blog reader who was really just looking for a tasty chocolate cake recipe or weeknight dinner menu. So there you have it my friends, until I have something nice to say and pull myself out of this pathetic hole of lonliness and let go of the guilt that has become too comfortable a replacement for my childhood blankie… I best not say anything at all.
Hopefully I’ll conger up something uplifting sooner, rather than later. Peace out, kids.