A friend recently asked me whether I found it easier to write when traumatized than when happy. In thinking on this, I do believe it is true.

Reading back over my blogs that I wrote when not having my heart broken, experiencing some sort of dramatic angst, or recounting drunken exploits are kind of boring. I wonder what that says about me.

Band Geek also finds it easier to write about trauma than happiness. I wonder why it is that writing about sadness is easier than writing about happiness. Right now I’m the happiest I’ve been in a very long time…and no blogs. THAT truly is sad.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to go on and on and on about all the good things in my life for fear of sounding way too saccharine. Maybe it’s the whole “misery loves company” thing – writing about miserable things lets people sympathize with you, whereas writing about good things just makes people pissed off. I dunno. All I know is, the only time blog topics occur to me is in the middle of the night – entire blogs in my head.

Time to start keeping a notebook on the nightstand, methinks.