Oh, Internet. The lot of us, we stress about some pretty silly things. Does The Bloggess know I exist? Has my gynecologist read my blog? Do you think anyone knows I pick my nose while I write? And it’s okay to worry about those things. But it’s okay to let those worries go, too…
In fact, there are bunches of things that it’s okay to be okay about.
It’s okay to wish all the damn BlogHer talk would stop already. Sure, it’s fun to read the first 500 blogs about blogging conferences. But after that? It gets kinda old (I say that and I’m actually going. I’m sure the rest of you want to stuff our computers down our throats).
It’s okay to think McDonald’s is pretty damn tasty. Since I saw the movie Super Size Me way back when, I’ve stayed away from McD’s for the most part. Seeing what it did to that man just ruined it for me. But this past weekend? I had a quarter pounder with cheese meal, complete with super salty fries and a coke as big as my head. And it was delicious.
It’s okay to wonder what the hell happened to summer. I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s August already. August. And I still have no trace of a tan, haven’t eaten an ice cream cone and have only spent one day at the pool. How did that happen?
It’s okay to think the KFC Double Down Sandwich is a sign that the end of the world’s coming. Or at least that the United States deserves to get taken down. I mean, substituting fried chicken patties for the bread on a bacon sandwich? That should just be illegal.
It’s okay to not like Mad Men. As an advertising copywriter, admitting that I have no interest in Don Draper and his crew is practically sacrilege. But you know what? That show is depressing. The characters are all horrible people. And by the time it’s over, I feel vaguely dirty. I spend enough hours of my day getting paid to feel that way. I don’t need to relive it from the comfort of my couch.
It’s okay to wish the skinny jean trend would die and go to hell. Why, Internet, why? Why won’t the skinny jeans go away? They make my legs look like particularly lardy sausage casings (and I’m hardly the only one). Fortunately, I have the sense to ban them from my closet. But not everyone is so wise. Couldn’t we just go back to those lovely trouser jeans, please?
It’s okay to have no interest in celebrity gossip. Brangelina still find time to date! Jennifer Aniston still isn’t pregnant! Mel Gibson is still a prick! You know what? I don’t care. If they decide to donate a million dollars to the Amber Needs Some Manolos Fund, then I’ll care what the Hollywood types are doing. Until then? I don’t give a flying you-know-what.
It’s okay to want to type “in 36 hours, I’m going to BlogHer!” over and over again. I know you guys are over it. I know merely reading those words makes you want to stab me in the eye with a sharp pencil. But, dudes? I’m excited. So sue me.
And that’s what I’m okay about this week. By the way, I got this idea from the Whispering Writer. And she just had to send her husband off to Korea for a year. So go over there and give her some sugar, okay?
Now gather round and tell me what’s on your mind. What are you trying to be okay about right now?