I suffer from Approval Addiction.
In every exchange, I try to be what pleases the other person. With my children, I am an experienced adult who unconditionally loves them. With my neighbors, I aim to be the easy-going one who’s willing to provide a cup of flour or plate of cookies. With my friends, I lend a listening ear and supportive hand. With my blog, I’m the writer-of-all-trades in order to please the greatest number of followers.
I wear many, many masks. I feel I even wear masks within masks.
Unfortunately, I fail. With my children, I become the resentful, repressed, and stressed adult who makes them think they must earn my affection. With my neighbors, I bother, offend, and fail to keep up. With my friends, I …don’t really have any. With my blog, I back-post midnight thoughts and give up (yet again) on reading what others wrote.
I feel dizzy with the ride of expectations vs. reality. I start employing my old numbing tactics: little sleep, lots of junk food, and mindless apps to distract.
Round
and round
and round again.
Sometime near 2 or 3 a.m., I lift my tear-streaked face from the closet floor. “I can’t keep doing this,” I say, with a smidgen of resolve. “Something’s gotta give.” I consider what I can get rid of:
- Kids? Probably can’t give any back now.
- Dishes? I wishes.
- Laundry? Housework? Bill-paying? Errand-running? Etc? No, no, no, no, and no.
- Staring at my shoe rack from my position on the floor whilst eating chocolate? Maybe.
- Writing?
Ah, the writing. Some part of ‘the writing’ needs to give. I started blogging because I was going to succeed at something. Maybe I’d publish a book. Perhaps I’d attract tens of thousands of people to my site. Surely, I would change the world.
Whatever happened, my quick quips and cute phrases would most definitely be circulated around Facebook instead of the banal ones I saw daily.
Yet, here I sit, the same as when I started. I have nothing to show for all the time investment into ‘the writing.’
*sigh*
Well, I don’t literally have nothing to show for it. I have all of you.
I love my blogging friends, even those who don’t come around anymore. You’ve read, complimented, lifted, encouraged, responded, sympathized, reached out, poemed, and loved me. In a world where I rarely converse with like-minded people, I need this. I don’t expect everyone to read everything I write; you all feel the same, right?
So… I wonder how you all deal with ‘the writing.’ Have you a schedule? Do you write ahead? If you write and read less frequently, how do you still have followers?
Most importantly, do you write blog posts in the closet?
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Here’s the breakdown for the week:
Wednesday, January 29: Talked about DIETING in, “The Diet: It Sucks But It Works.”
Thursday, January 30: Throwback to my Reddit story: “Customer Service.”
Friday, January 31: Posted the winner of this week’s “Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest.” Congratulations to Matt Snyder.
Saturday, February 1: Announced the 57th Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme is LOVE. PLEASE ENTER!
Sunday, February 2: Shared Jules’ page of the poem we commented to create.
Monday, February 3: An inspirational quote from Nitin.
Tuesday, February 4: Poemed “An Overworked Poem About the Post,” in response to Carrot Ranch‘s prompt.
Wednesday, February 5: Today
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