Like a diary without a lock.

I don't feel interesting like other people that blog.  It feels like I'm just jotting down randomness like an old-style diary left open on a kitchen counter just begging to be read out of curiosity if nothing else.

Maybe I need a focus.  I could share my deep insights about the bitch that is MS but I'm sure not everyone wants to hear me complain every day.  I could write down the best parts of each day and create a little book of cyber sunshine but then I might have to fly a unicorn into the ether.  I gag a bit at the thought and who wants to read that.  It's like the Facebook plague of everyone writing about the most brilliant pieces of their lives leading those outside that existence to feel like failures in some way.

On the other hand, if every Facebook status update was about not paying your bills on time, having failed relationships and kids on death row, well that would put an end to cyber surfing in a hurry.  We'd all turn to drinking, excessive pill taking and just sit on our couches watching reruns of Jerry Springer, God help us all.

I could blog about my fascinating existence as a disabled homemaker.  You want to know which socks don't have their matches this week, don't you?  Maybe I'll share about how just when I think the day might go okay, I get nauseous, throw up and need to sleep.  Ah, that's it.  Voracious Vomiting, news at 11!

So, if anyone is out there reading, what would you like me to share?