I was in the grocery store the other day and as I was checking out I was talking to the cashier, Sarah (not her real name) Sarah has been checking me out for 10 years (quit snickering you know what I mean) and I began to tell her I had started a blog. When all of a sudden this voice popped into my head (picture a cartoon bubble over my head) and an inner dialog began.
“Do you want to do this” the voice said.
“Who is this, is this God” I thought.
“Stop before you regret it” the voice warned.
“Regret what” I thought.
” The blog, don’t tell her about the blog” the voice said.
“Why on earth not. She might want to read it and tell her friends and then I will have increased my stats” I thought.
“Precisely” the voice warned.
“I don’t get it, what does that mean” I thought.
” Sometimes you are so dense, what does that mean, stupid stupid” the voice snapped.
“Hey wait a minute. I’m not going to stand here and be insulted by my own inner monologue” I thought.
” Sorry, back to business. If you tell people that know you personally, they might read it and be insulted , or not like it, or learn more about your life than you wanted them to know” the voice replied.
“Oh! I did not think of that. Your right!, I don’t think I will tell her. Thank you voice” I thought.
“Voice, Voice are you there” no answer. “If I build it will they come” again no answer. ” just checking” I thought.
I have decided not to tell the people who know me, except family that I write this blog. I already told the family so it’s too late to rethink that one. After all I wouldn’t want to hurt Sarah’s feelings when I write she is a very slow cashier and I wish she would stop talking because all I want is to check out so I can go home and put things away. I did not plan on taking up residence at checkout #4 and the guy behind me looks like the uni bomber and has some knock you out body odor. Plus I needed to pee and if she kept talking they were going to need a clean up on checkout #4 in about 30 seconds. Somethings should remain a mystery. So Sarah if you are reading this and you think it is me…. you are wrong, it’s not me… it’s someone else who writes like me, because if I had a blog you would be the first to know…honest.