geez woman... come on... get a blog!

i have decided that there are two possible reactions to the world once you start "blogging"... you either: (a) talk to fewer strangers because you're getting all the random crap out of your head online, or (b) talk to more strangers because you suddenly feel like you have free reign to say whatever you want, whenever you want, to whomever you want. and then there's me... not only do i fall into category "a" but i have gone one step further, and i no longer want strangers to talk to ME about the random crap in their heads. i used to be so patient... but now...

(random side-note to illustrate the point i am about to make:) you know how when you're somewhere in public and people are getting a little too friendly for you to feel comfortable? let's take me, sitting in church up in island park, idaho this past easter sunday... sitting two rows behind a couple who could not stop staring longingly into each others eyes, or caressing each others cheeks, or kissing periodically. first of all, if i ever dated someone who caressed my cheek, i think i would have puked right then and there and said "i'm sorry... this just isn't going to work". but my point here is, that there is a natural human instinct to say "people... come on... get a room!" so... this brings me to my point about random strangers talking about random crap...

so, yesterday i'm standing in line at the grocery store behind a VERY pregnant woman and her older mother. this was no eavesdropping scenario like previously mentioned, this was one of those situations where you want a mute button, but unfortunately for you, there just isn't one for this game called "life". i'm sure all the innocent little cashier asked was something like "so when are you due?", and then proceeded to be land-blasted with way more detail about this woman's life than ever necessary. i came into the conversation right about "well... my husband and i want to name her courtney, but our 3 year old little boy is dead set on samantha, and he wants to call her sammy for short, but we just don't know about that. we had a little foster girl named samantha and our little boy was just so attached to her, and she will just always be the samantha in my life to me, but our little boy just won't have it, so we bought him a cat and called it sammy in hopes of changing his mind about the name and that worked for about two days and then he wanted nothing to do with it..." HOLY CRAP!... and these were the exact words that went through my mind "geez woman!... come on... get a blog!"

so this is what i've come to... i am now wanting the world to allow me the choice about whether to know what craziness is going on their heads. and i would like that choice to be controlled by blogspot please. thank you.