Dear Blog…

A long time ago, we used to be friends
But I haven’t thought of you lately at all
If ever again, a greeting I send to you,
Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend.

I’m obsessed with Veronica Mars.

I’m only on season three, but I can’t.stop.watching.  And it’s odd because I stopped watching it halfway through the first season for a while because I thought it was a lame version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, only without vampires, so, hi, why would I watch this?

Fall.  Or as it is known in more pretentious circles: Autumn.  It is without fail a time of seclusion for me.  This is the time of year where I subconsciously shed old stuff and make room for the new.  And laying around on the couch for a couple of hours is integral to my process.  As is an extremely patient husband.

Some people might think my watching Veronica Mars all weekend on the couch was some sort of indication that I might be a little depressed.   And, you know, some people might be right.

It’s not easy letting go of the old way of doing things.  No matter how inefficient or harmful the old way of doing things might be, it is the way that you’ve always done things.  Even if you replace the old with the newer and better… it’s going to be difficult.

And that’s going to make you sad.  At least, it makes me sad.  It makes me sad like… like cleaning a toilet makes me sad.  But an actual clean toilet, that makes me happy.

I’m currently working on releasing the frustration I feel for cleaning the toilet and replacing it with the fulfillment brought on by looking at a shiny, clean toilet… or, more specifically, having my mother over and the toilet being shiny and clean when she visits the restroom.

Hey.  What’s that sound?  Ohhh, THAT’S what 100 people unsubscribing from your blog in a split second sound like.

Still, it’s not depressed in the, “I’m so sad” way or even the “I don’t care about anything” way.  I’m just one of those people that needs time to shut down for a while, so I can remember why I do the things I do.  To redefine meaning and to reassess direction.  I am blessed cursed blessed just one of those people who have to know why they’re doing what they’re doing and that must have a good reason to continue doing it.

Anyway.  Veronica Mars helped me this weekend by making me feel like I was doing something besides living in my head.  You know, because Veronica, Wallace and me are  fighting crime together and I’m telling Veronica that I am Team Logan all the way… for now.

((Also, is there some subtext that I’m missing with all the Roman gods names being used in the series?  Neptune, Pan, Mars?  Or is that just tongue in cheek humor?  We’re not going to find out that every single child at Neptune High was really the illegitimate child of a Roman god, are we?))

((Because I read that book and I didn’t like it nearly enough to see the movie, let alone a whole TV series.))

P.S. All of my posts (previous ones as well) now have the “Like” button for Facebook users at the end.  Feel free to go back through the archives and “Like” away.

P.P.S.  As a favor to me, please do not like this one.  I’m slightly appalled that my first introduction to someone new might be when I quote the Veronica Mars theme song on my blog.