Can you say neglected or neglectful?
That’s not a nice word in most contexts.
“I’ve neglected my children.”
“I’ve been neglectful toward my wife.”
“I’ve have been so busy, that I have neglected to pay the correct attention to my rather large and independently wealthy investment portfolio.”
Aren’t those great examples? Where I am concerned, none of them are true, but the last? Well, that’s a subtle bit of humor considering the state of my finances.
But the truth is simple. I have been neglecting my blog of late. But, it’s not that I don’t have anything to say.
I have a lot to say. I have a lot I could rant and rave about.
I could easily go all political and talk about our cancelled insurance policy and who is to blame for that.
I could spend some time moaning and groaning about fate and all the struggles we continue to face.
I could wax poetic about these dang allergies or whatever I have been afflicted with for weeks without end.
Wax poetic? No not really, but you get the picture.
You do, don’t you?
So maybe neglected or neglectful is not the right word when it comes to not writing on my blog over the last week or so.
Maybe the correct word is avoided or avoidance.
I have avoided writing for one reason in particular.
The WB syndrome.
WB is shorthand for those who have and greatly exercise their ability to be a whiny butt. When life is giving you lemons and are you sick and tired, as well as tired and sick of both making and drinking lemonade, there is a great temptation to give into being a complainer. Or in my Dad’s vernacular, a whiny butt.
Know any whiny butts?
I bet you do, especially the one that looks back at you in the mirror.
Even though my laments are valid, one of these days I suspect I’ll gaze back at some of this and think I was the biggest whiny butt ever.
If not that, then maybe my diagnosis will be a text book example of JPN.
Just Plain Nuts.
I hope you get the point that I am trying to laugh in spite of difficulty.
And I don’t mind laughing at myself either–so feel free to laugh with me.
In case I don’t get back on here before turkey day, Happy Thanksgiving!
More importantly, tomorrow would have been Cole’s 24th birthday.
I miss him greatly.
I’ll make no excuse for whining about that.
Les Ferguson, Jr.