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Sometimes I wonder if blogging just isn't right for me, as I often just don't feel the constant need to comment on the world around me. It's not that I don't notice things, or have opinions on them, but at this point in my life I tend to drop out of society for weeks at a time and just think about things, without telling people what I'm thinking about. It's what always got me B's instead of A's in high school, because my teachers claimed I didn't participate enough.

Of course, many high-quality blogs update constantly with interesting snippets gleaned from surfing the Internet. I don't have the energy to be one of those bloggers, nor do I want to recreate the wheel. And I don't want to be an oatmeal-and-toast blogger, either.

So if you've been wondering if I've died or if I've abandoned RBCA - no, I haven't, just bear with me that I might say something interesting once or twice a month.

Like this:

In the last month, four things that weren't working for me have fallen away: suburban sprawl, car-dependency, full-time work, and public librarianship. In the last month, I have lost ten pounds and have seen the complete disappearance of two significant health problems which had plagued me since a) I'd gotten a car and b) I became a public librarian.

It's a very weird sensation, but I think I might be happy.

The moral of the story is, if you ever have a niggling sensation that something isn't working for you, open up the refrigerator, confront the body inside, and for heaven's sake, make like a mobster and dispose of it!