Monday, February 14, 2011

My new crush

Writing a blog is like having a new crush--you can't eat, you can't sleep, you think about it all the time, you check your email constantly, you check your blog constantly (like you would check your lipstick or inspect your teeth for spinach), you make super-human efforts to be perpetually witty, charming and gorgeous.  You're revved up, "on" all the time, neurons firing and creative libido at an all-time high.  You're smokin' hot.  I'm talkin' hot like a Scotch bonnet pepper.

Your husband complains that he's been replaced.  He makes comments like, "Life as I know it is over."  And, "What does the blog have that I don't?"  And, "Are you in love with it?"  He begins asking if you are just using him as a guinea pig to test recipes before they get put up on the blog, muttering something under his breath about just being a meal ticket.  He gives you a look of incredulity when you tell him you didn't hear what he just said because you were--gulp--thinking about your new crush.  Again.

OK, I admit that I have a serious crush on my new blog.  It's totally seductive, entrancing and beguiling.  It's the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I fall asleep.  And when I'm awake in the middle of the night, I think of all the things I want to do with it.  I fantasize about our future together, about growing old together.  I have never loved having insomnia so much.  It's like all the fun parts of being manic-depressive with no down time.  The grandiose thinking, the flight of ideas, the high that makes you feel invincible.  And all possible without that nasty Lithium.  I hope the chemistry never wears off and that my new crush never falls off its pedestal.  I hope I never come down.  I'm having too much fun.

Friends and fellow foodies, thanks for making this experience happen.  I feel like a teenager again.

1 comment:

  1. Take it from someone who has been blogging since before the word was invented (ummmm, ca. 1996) It's more work than a marriage. And next time the husband mentions being a blog widower, just say one word "golf."