So I have begun to reacquaint myself with many of my old blogging friends and locate a few new blogs I will visit again in the future. One thing I have noticed after being MIA most of this year is how much slicker and hip many of the blogs I visit have become. The contrast is stark when I always come back to this humble and dusty place I call "Lost in the BoZone". Well with the exception of Randal's blog. His is as dusty and retro grouch as mine is.
As I stated in my last post "Retro-Grouching", I hate change as a rule. I have learned to almost accept change I have no control over. But where I dig my heels in is change where I can have an impact in keeping it at bay. My life is riddled with events and phases where I carried the "Fight Change" banner to levels of useless, just being contrary to be contrary heights of stupidity. My dad always contended that calling someone "hardheaded" was just a nice way of calling them a moron. He refused to call me hardheaded. It was moron or nothing.
So I recognize the issue of being out of the current blog fashion loop. And yeah, my blog could use some gusseying up. But if I am gonna change anything here, I will have to go through a period of agony first. What ifs, what mights, and is it even worth the trouble type anguishing. When I have satisfactorily worn out all the what might be's, I will enter the phase of "forget it and hope the urge goes away". Or maybe it should be called the "if I don't think about it, it doesn't exist" phase.
If the issue or supposed improvement is important enough for a variety of or even a single reason, it will refuse to let me forget it. It will nibble at my coattails, rub back and forth between my legs, or maybe toss a claw filled paw at some dainty body part. Even ole dogs and hard headed fools will take notice if it's painful.
Knowing my tendency to fight change just for shits and giggles and also knowing that eventually I will cave once I have absorbed enough self loathing and critical self recrimination, why don't I save myself and the World at large a lot of trouble by just jumping on board right out of the gate?
I have thought about this and well, altering a life long habit would entail ....yeah that's right, it would mean change. Hmmm. Think I'll forget about it and hope it goes away.
Keep it "tween the ditches....................................
If you got this far only after reading the above post, then you realize the image has nothing at all to do with the written words. I thought I'd throw Randal a bone, er, or maybe create one for him.