Maturity Now, Please

I found this post I wrote and then decided not to post. I thought it might be a wee bit to snarky. Looking back I’ve decided it does amuse me and so I’m putting it up for your amusement as well. Also, this house stuff is busy work. So, I’m going to be cheating like this a bit in the next few weeks.

Also, this kind of makes the Nerd Mafia make more sense now too, huh?


I’m supposed to be over this stuff. It’s not high school, right? Except that….well, I don’t think high school ever really goes away. At least not as much as I’d like it too.

I mentioned on Twitter yesterday (yes, I’m on Twitter now. There’s a link to follow me on the left if you’d like….also, did you know Drew Peterson is on Twitter? I can’t figure out if it’s some sicko faker or the real Drew Peterson. Either way he’s following me now. Which makes me feel really uncomfortable about myself. Huh, long tangent.) that I have a blog I use as a barometer to see how I’m “doing” here in the blogosphere. Truthfully, I’d like to get more followers than that blog has.

Trust me, if you’re reading this, it’s not you. You really just have to trust me on this one. Don’t ask how I know, I just know.

This desire concerns me. But I can’t seem to stop it. Why can’t I stop being so damned competitive? Why do I want to have more followers than some other blog so badly? It’s a sickness, really it is. I’m frankly embarrassed.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not still all competitive. I just wish I hadn’t TOLD everyone how competitive I am. On Twitter. And now here. In this post. Right now.

I want you to think I’m nice. No, that’s not right. I AM nice. I’m just nice and competitive. And I will cut a wide swath of destruction to beat those I’m competing with.

Ahem. That went too far.

I will also go far, far out of my way to support and protect those I love. I am a nice person. Promise.

But just to be safe, let’s stay on the same team?