Information Overload

I think some people are obsessed with putting their information online. They blog, tweet, facebook, etc. like there's no tomorrow.

FOUL!!! I CALL FOUL!!! HYPOCRITE, HYPOCRITE, HYPOCRITE STEPH!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay, I get it. Granted I don't have a Twitter account (thank goodness) I will admit I facebook more than most people should.

THE BLOG, DON'T FORGET THE BLOG, STEPH!!!

Yes, well, OBVIOUSLY I blog as well. It's not a successful blog, mind you. I have maybe 5 followers, but it's still a blog, I confess.

Anyway, I'd like to bring up an episode of House I watched the other day.

Oh jeez, REALLY Steph?

Yes. Really. So this girl in her late twenties ends up in the hospital. House and his team can't figure out what's wrong with her. Imagine that! (BTW The girl was played by Donna from That 70's Show. Fun fact.)

Anyway, the girl is having trouble with her husband/boyfriend, not sure what he is exactly, because she spends WAAAAAYYYYYY too much time blogging. She blogs, and blogs, and blogs excessively. Seriously, she's sitting there dying in a hospital bed, yet she feels she has to blog the experience to her "friends". Her hubby-friend is fed up! He's sick of all the fighting and he's sick of her taking advice from random weirdos online than from him. At one point she's told she needs to decide if she wants a heart valve from a pig--which isn't permanent but it's safe, or a plastic valve--which IS permanent, but will prevent her from having children (which I don't understand, but whatever). So what does she do? Yep. She writes a blog about it asking for advice!

Okay, so the whole thing might be a fictional TV show, but I don't think it's all that unheard of. For the most part, I'm on the side of the hubby-friend. He obviously loves her and he's hurt that she won't talk about it with him. On the other hand, I kind of see her point. She's scared that she's going to die and doesn't want to make the wrong decision. If she goes with the popular vote she doesn't feel responsible for a bad outcome.

As for the people who read her blog---they're nosy. Everyone who reads another person's blog is nosy. Yes, myself included. People in general are gossipy, petty, and nosy people. No, that's not mean. Look at all the tabloids in any supermarket. People hunger for "the juice" (you can't EAT juice, silly). A lot of people are also controlling by nature. They feel like they have the right answer and should use their powers to make decisions for others.

So what does STEPH think about this? It's a multi layered situation. I think anyone who posts anything online wants feedback on it. Some people get tons of feedback, others minimal if any. Everyone wants someone in their corner to say, "Right on, sista!" and so forth. Even the most cynical people need someone on their side.

I don't see anything wrong with occasional blogging. I believe in creativity and I honestly think blogging and writing is therapeutic. However, I also think people take it too far. The girl on House is crazy! People also read too much into blogs. If no one reads it no one reads it. If too many people read it then maybe you should blog less.

What else is there to say really?

Break a leg!

I have never been in a play. No, not even an elementary school play. Oh sure, I took ballet for five years. (By taking I mean I was there and my mom paid money for me to be there.) Likewise, I've been "on-stage" for the recitals---but that's still not a play. In second grade I sang at Abravenal Hall for some reason or another. Not alone, of course. There were a bunch of us. I don't remember much of it, but I think it was some kind of competition against other schools. But that's still not a play.

And then, of course, there was the inevitable 4th Grade assembly. Yes, all us miserable 10-year-olds were paraded in front of the school to sing about the history of the state of Utah. (Sadly, I still have the "Counties of Utah" song memorized and could sing it to you at a que.) A few poor saps had to play the parts of pioneers and were given words to recite---but not me. That's still not a play.

I guess I should mention various "skits" I've been a part of---well, maybe not. A skit is just a way to get a lesson across without the teacher having to do anything. It's also a way to get students involved---but it's still not a play. I have never been in a play.

So, why do I want to be? Technically, it doesn't make sense. Anyone who knows me can testify that I'm not a public speaker. I don't even raise my hand in class. Ever. I've worked in retail for about five years and I'm still a freak when it comes to talking to customers. I get paranoid and, as I've been told, "awkward" around them.

But here's the thing...I've always wanted to be in a play. A REAL play, or even a musical. I'm shy, I'm awkward, I can't act, sing, or dance--but the urge still lies within me. I'd probably foul it up somehow. I'd knock the scenery over, freeze, forget my lines, rip my costume, vomit, etc. That's probably why I never have, or never will be apart of something. But the desire's still there.

Water

I need water
Clean, sweet water
Purify,
Make me whole

Pop, my only,
Made me lonely
Demanding
Dumb a$$hole

Juice seemed neat,
Nice and sweet
Degrading,
Great big troll

Oh, now I see
Water is glee
Four-fifths of me
That's my decree
Hear my plea,
Water's the key
Come plant the tree,
Come make me free