“If they made a reality show about my life, it would be called…”
If they made a reality show about my life, it would be called something ridiculous because I’m ridiculous.
I thought about using my blog name, Crumpets and Bollocks, or my old blog name, Dribbles and Grits, but then I was thinking I needed something better. So then I was thinking I should name my reality show after the title idea I’m liking for my memoirs that I’m not writing, and that would be, “The Day Godzilla Did Not Attack Mars,” but it seems more like a novel title than a reality show name, so now I’m thinking I’d have to name my reality show, “The Headless Chicken,” because it completes me, and now I want to change the name of my blog.
I’m running everywhere in circles, getting no where faster than a treadmill will take you, and I have no idea where I’m going, what I’m doing, or why I’m doing it. I’m just going. I’m stuck in that chaotic moment between ruthless head chopping offness and becoming someone’s dinner, like a toddler stuck between the coffee table and entertainment stand standing strong in the glow of independence, yet on the brink of tumbling.
And you guys get to watch it, on this blog, in words, as stuff happens. More real than reality television, I focus more on editing how I express the plot as opposed to the plot itself. It’s also more boring and under-funded. But I do edit out half of my life, so I suppose it’s less real in that sense. Not to mention, frequently I substitute my own reality showing life as I know it in Wonderland. You can tell because I don’t have a niche, or any real organization of ideas for that matter, and I”m just everywhere on the internet like a free spirit bar hopping through Taylor Swift’s relationships.
I will admit though if a camera crew walked into my house right now to tape my family’s life, well most of my parts would be aired in the hospital where I’m being treated for a panic-attack-laced heart attack. Dare I confess the Hot Mess my life is in? My house is like this blog. Cluttery, filthy, and definitely offensive. My mental health? I’m not even sure how to tackle that future confession. There’s just not enough aspirin to prepare me for showing all of me to the world right now.
While I hate to change the name of my blog again, I’m kind of preferring The Headless Chicken to Crumpets and Bollocks. I’m almost tempted to create a Beta blog of it and see how it rolls.
So what do you guys think?
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There’s a famous headless chicken named Mike who survived for 18 months after his head was cut off. 18 months. That’s like a year and a half! Click the image to go to the website…
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