I have, like most people, a daily routine. A sort of mental list of things that I do every day irrespective of how busy, tired or stressed I am. Items on this â€˜listâ€™ include the obvious (brushing teeth), the mundane (checking the letter box) and the necessary (Internet time).
I can not remember when the internet became a necessity. I do know that ever since I discovered blogs and blogging, I am yet to last a day with out either reading someone elseâ€™s blog or writing in my own.
Usually I have a general idea about the sort of issues I want to blog about. This weekend I was feeling even more organised as Nick had stared a Michael Jackson meme and I planned to post my answers over the weekend. Then I wanted to do a detox update (still going strong!) and possibly â€˜hostâ€™ an award ceremony for the winners of Mama JunkYardâ€™s Junk (closing date 11th March 2005).
That was the plan….
……………until â€˜itâ€™ happened.
This â€˜thingâ€™ has made it almost impossible for me to spend time online, messed up my blogging plans and worst of all, I canâ€™t even blog about. . I donâ€™t mean canâ€™t as in; â€˜I donâ€™t know what to writeâ€™ or â€˜kizungu ngumu’. I mean canâ€™t as in; I know exactly what I want to say but it would be wrong, unethical even for me to blog about. Who can blog it? I canâ€™t blog it! It is unbloggable (Yawa! No idea why Iâ€™ve gone all Gidi Gidi, but do I say?)
Since I began blogging I decided that if the actions and/or words of another intersected my life and were in my view, blog worthy, I would blog about from my perspective (without violating their right to anonymity). This has been my approach and so far it has worked.
Recently I have found myself faced with â€˜dramaâ€™ that is going on in someone elseâ€™s life. Like with all drama that takes place in the lives of those I love, it has found a way of intersecting my life, my thoughts and my blog plans. That personâ€™s drama, through no fault of their own has in some way become my drama.
I have spent most of the weekend, dealing with â€˜the unbloggable dramaâ€™. It has been on my mind for most of the time. It is now my drama and yet I canâ€™t blog about. What a bizarre feeling. That is why I am sat here blogging around the subject in an attempt to get it off my chest so that I can get back to my â€˜normalâ€™ blogging.