Sunday morning ponderings?

I am beginning to love Sunday mornings.  When I get to sleep in to 630am and then sit at my computer for an hour and half before even THINKING about waking the family up.  With all this quiet time, I can ask you, dear reader, a few questions.

What does the inside of your nose smell like?

Why can you always trust people with big butts?

Why do we wash bath towels?  Aren't we already clean when we use them?  So when are they considered dirty?

On the subject of bath towels, do you wipe your butt with them first or your face?

Why do we always reach inside the room to turn on the light before walking in?  Keep the Walking Zombies at bay?

Why don't they put showers in therapists offices?  I solve a lot of problems while hot water hits my face.

Do you have MTV dreams too?  Music playing in your head all night?  Why is it the worst song every like I Will Survive?  Or simply ONE line over and over again?


And, yes.....sometimes I do have WAY too much time on my hands.  Time to make the bacon.

Why Don't you LIKE me?

Sometimes it is easy to get caught up in stats.

How many people liked what I wrote.  Did anyone share it?

Why don't they like this, it's pretty hilarious to me.

I can get many positive comments, why am I holding onto the negative ones?

Then I read a quote this morning that makes a lot of sense, "Write like an orphan."

Write what I need to say, and don't agonize over the notifications.

Don't get bogged down by stats that look like you are falling off a cliff on the number of hits.

Create what I need to create, say what I need to say.

Don't read the reviews, don't analyze the comments.

Put it out there.

Move On.

There's better things to do.

Draw Backs to Cyber Banking......

Do you feel as strange as I do when talking to a computer screen?

It feels so impersonal, a little discombobulating because their background is not where you are but there face is present. I used to make faces at the camera when I went to the ATM machine, now smile like a fool at a computer screen showing me pictures of happy bankers.

Do you sometimes feel that for the sake of convenience, we are losing personal contact with people?

Sometimes all you really want to feel is the warmth of a handshake, or the gentle pressure of a hug.

Not a computer screen that then cuts over to a very nice graphic with a recording of, "Thank you for your business."