ME" ME" ME"

Miss Wednesday has arrived. She has on a rain jacket although its only misting. I like the word Wednesday and really wouldn't mind having that for a name. Of course when you are named Willamina anything sounds better. "I" has been out and is safely back in bed with "The Emperor". I went to bed at ten, asleep by eleven and awake by three. Oh sleep can you not at least try to be my friend?

I am not really able to understand people who do not in any way care about what another persons interests are. Is the whole world just me, me, me? I have come to believe that to be true.I trudge to the mirror and stare at the strange older lady who occupies the space. I lean closer. Staring her down I asked,"Am I guilty of the very same thing?" She smirked at me. "What do you think?"

Probably I am.I have a friend who paints. She is really very good. She is proud of her work. If I could even draw a half way decent stick person I would be proud too. She goes on endlessly about her paintings. I look at pictures of them, I ooh and awww. All in the right places. I feel I do anyway. She came yesterday evening. I tried, tried is the magic word here to tell her about my Blog about my Mother. Now I realize that it will not be up for a writing award. But I had been happy writing about what it would have been like if Mom had lived to be a hundred.

She didn't want to listen. She said she had a headache. She talked about the weather. Now I realize I should have took my cue from her actions and just shut up. But no, I would have none of that malarkey. I persevered ahead. Determined she would hear me out. She finally let me finish. A bored look stamped on her face.

I wondered later if that look crosses my dear sister's face every morning when I with childish exuberance want to read my Blog to her. Could it possibly be that I am boring people to death? Hmmm, I suppose it could be true. I think back to the many stories I have written and then button-holed somebody, almost bodily forcing them to listen to it. I may have the "Me" syndrome too. I hate it when I am able to come to the realization that I am guilty of the very same things I get aggravated at others about..

I am not quite sure where this Blog is suppose to be going this morning. Am I trying to say she hurt my feelings. Or that I probably am at fault for not paying attention when others need to brag a little. As Judge Judy says, "Put your listening ears on." I know I am guilty of using my mouth far more than I do my ears.

Standing here in Blogland I reach into my pocket. I closely examine the words I pull out. They looked scribbled and not making much sense I am afraid. I hold them up and wonder if I should even let them go. Maybe I should just stuff them back in my pocket and go home. For at least a full minute I stand here. Slowly I let them go. Cyberspace will just gobble them up anyway. Lost forever in oblivion. I head towards home, I'm outta here.