Riding the Blog Bench

My Facebook notifications keeps reminding me that people are checking the Hoodlum Stew Facebook page. Likely for some new tidbit. ...But er, um, well, you see it's, it's just that...there's none there.


There's none there because for the first time since I moved out of my parent's house at the age of 17 I. am. fearful. of. humans.

And this fear is causing me to keep my opinions - therefore, by extension, my blog pieces - to myself.

It's not that I don't have opinions. Oh, I've got them. I've got plenty of them. What I haven't got is a desire to enter into this bloody war zone that people have turned social media into. This visceral tear-down that you see in comment

after comment

after comment.

I-mean-holy-mother-of-pearl when did people become experts on EVERYTHING?!

If you would have asked me a year ago if I had smart friends, I would have said yes. I do.

I knew I had some smart friends.

What I didn't know was that I had social media acquaintances that were doctors

and psychologists

and politicians

and judges

and zookeepers

and astrophysicists

and mind-readers

and editors

and who sit at the head of the Board of Education! AND THAT'S JUST ONE PERSON!!

I didn't know that!

I mean, wow. To have all that knowledge all this time that you've just kept bottled up... no wonder it's bursting forth in every post you see!

Or.... is that not it? Did you not spend your last 12 months going back to school and getting your doctorate and your masters and writing pieces for medical journals?? You just spent your last year like the rest of us - doing your job and surviving the weirdness that was thrust upon us when the calendar flipped to 2020?

So then why, all of a sudden, do you seem to have - not just an opinion - on everything but an opinion that IS THE END ALL/BE ALL OF OPINIONS AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS AN INFERIOR GARBAGE-EATER??

Listen, I'm sure this seems a bit two-faced from someone who writes her opinions into a blog format but if you can open your mind for a second, I'll tell you what the major difference is here... Ready?

The difference is, I've never claimed to be an expert. At anything.

Not parenting,

not teaching,

not writing,

not even getting dressed for a work day. (I sometimes ask my sisters for help - stop judging me okay!)

I will loudly, happily and truthfully proclaim and disclaimer each and every post by saying, "I'm just a girl - standing in front of three teenage boys - asking them to STOP FARTING ALREADY!"

That's it. That and a really expensive four-year degree are what I'm contributing to the table.

So...I visit social media intrepidly. Much like one would do if they were getting into a too-cold pool. Like - just dip the toes in slowly... I scroll and like pictures of my friends and their kids at the lake or humorous snippets that catch my funny bone. I even started an Instagram account for the Hell-Hound (yes, I'm now one of those people!) just to be able to go back to the way things used to be a bit. You know... back when you used to go on social media and see vacation photos

and badly-lit pictures of people's dinner

and cute puppy pics. Man, those were the days.

Anyway, if you've ventured over to Blog-land or it's Facebook page counterpart and found it devoid of any content - now you know why.

Someday I hope to go back to jotting down my words here in the hopes of entertaining someone or making someone laugh at our jackassery but until a few more people start laughing more and pointing less or finding more reasons to hit LIKE rather than start a rant - I'm happy riding the bench in this game.

Stop looking at me Coach, I'm clearly inexperienced and not ready to go in!