I like to pretend that I'm addressing a large group of unknown people when I write. I don't know this vast audience and thus I write anonymously. No names. No specifics. Except for the fact that if you do know me and read this, you would easily know most of the people or things to which I refer. And also excepting the fact that I do know my majority audience, but in keeping with my convictions of anonymity, I shall resist the urge to "give a shout out" that would name her. Oh what the heck. Hey Renee! Thanks for reading!
Ok, that's out of my system. From now on, I'm not writing names or specifics.
In general, I think when I make a point of stating that I have rules or standards, I end up really wanting to break them! Like every time that I tell a guy I don't kiss on a first date and then end up kissing him anyway. Or when I tell people that I much prefer salad to french fries but don't bother to ask for salad to substitute my fries. While I'm confessing, I might as well say that I forgot to put my eye creme on tonight and I don't intend to get back out of my bed to go put it on. I'll probably have more wrinkles by morning because I didn't admonish the advice I give to women every day at work about consistently caring for one's skin. And everyone knows that the eyes are the first place to give away a woman's age.
Ok, I'm back. I convinced myself that I do need eye creme after all.
Now that I've rambled about nothing, I won't try to redeem this post by feigning something eloquent. Although, I've got earth-shattering ideas about starting a training service for turning shy and awkward boys into charming husband material, and I've got a thought or two on New Year's Resolutions, as well as several grievances/annoyances I'd like to vent about. But nonetheless, I shall stop this incessant ramble-fest tonight and save my unfulfilled rantings for another day.
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