in the first place

"and, uh, i would appreciate it if you would stop talking about me behind my back."

"oh yeah? and why's that?"

"uh... because it's wrong, that's why."

"oh yeah? and why's it wrong?"

"uh... i dunno. look, it's just wrong, ok? it's just wrong, that's all. so, uh... stop it, would ya?"

i mean, it's not as if we aren't already talking about folks behind their backs every single day of our lives. i mean, we are human, after all. and as humans, i've kinda noticed that we like to talk about things. about lots of things, as a matter of fact. about the weather. about the lottery. about the game last night. but most of all, about each other. and come to think of it, why must we continually refer to the practice as "talking behind someone's back" in the first place? such a negative connotation indeed. no, if i had my druthers, i would simply characterize it as "talking about someone" period. not behind their backs, mind you. just talking about someone. and surely you "someones" don't expect us to ring you up each and every time we wish to discuss your various feats and foibles just so as not to be accused of talking behind your back, do you? do you? seriously? i mean, i always figured that if we were, in fact, saying something truly critical of you, you would probably prefer that we avoid speaking those words directly to you anyway. i mean, wouldn't you rather that we simply engage in our myriad of ad hominem attacks upon your character outside of your presence? you know, so as not to offend your delicate sensibilities. in fact, the way i see it, we are actually doing you a favour by repeatedly speaking about you behind your back. 'cause g-d knows that we rarely if ever have anything good to say about you in the first place. and so, in the end, isn't it better that we refrain from confronting you face-to-face in order to share our scathing critiques of your hypocrisy and insincerity? isn't it preferable that you never actually learn of our unbridled condemnations of your shallowness and superficiality? isn't it?

round and round we go

i think i've finally figured out what the problem is. what it is that has been keeping me from my appointed rounds in the blogosphere of late. my nightly date with my dell. why, it's my insomnia, i reckon. or more to the point, my complete lack of insomnia. yeah, that's it. that's the ticket. that's what's been ailing me. sleep. good ol' sleep. or too much sleep, as it were. a good night's rest, if you will.

you see, back in the day, back in the heady days of blogging glory, back in july of 2010 for instance, i could always count on my sleep disorder providing me that extra jolt so as to ensure at least one eye remained open well into the wee hours. well into the witching hour. and well past my bedtime so that i could complete my mission. my missive. my one-man journey of keyboard-induced catharsis and self-therapy.

but these days, these days the g-ds of sleep deprivation are no longer so obliging. no longer so accommodating. and so, as the days grow longer, so too do my shuteye cycles. and with it, my penchant for burning the midnight oil basking in the warm glow of my flat screen. for it now appears that my circadian rhythm has once again found its groove. and much to my chagrin, i might add.

alas, in the end one must always be careful what one wishes for.

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