So, yeah, I should've started blogging sooner. Basically because I'm pretty sure at this point that my brain is so full of random junk that I won't be able to limit myself to one post a day for a while. I know, more than one post a day is excessive. I'm perfectly aware. But seriously, if I don't write this stuff down, my brain is going to explode. And that would be messy.
So, in the past 9 months of being jobless (well, except for that month or so I had that temp job) I have learned something very important. I may be painfully shy and socially awkward, but I really really dislike being alone for significant periods of time. Sure, I get along quite well with my books and my laptop and my Xbox. They don't judge me, and I can spend as much time with them as I want. They never have other plans.
They are, however, completely unable to make conversation. I know, surprising, right? I'm pretty sure I've lost about a bazillion brain cells in the last 9 months from lack of human interaction. Not that Ben doesn't talk to me, it's just that I spend 9 hours a day by myself. And frankly, after playing the role of the academic overachiever for 3 years housework seems downright brain-numbing. And, seriously, when all you have to do all day long is fold laundry and wash the dishes, it gets more than a little depressing.
Of course, there's always email and cell phones and facebook to provide social interaction, right? Wrong. I have this ridiculous complex wherein I'm positive that if I call you that means I'm interrupting and bothering you. I know, it's crazy. I need to learn to be less paranoid and more extroverted, or I'm not going to have any brain cells left.
