A few posts back I wrote about a journal that I kept when I was a junior in high school as part of a daily writing assignment for my English class. I was 17 at the time, and I think I thought that I knew a lot. I also, it seems, was afraid that I would become boring sometime in my twenties. Well I'm definitely in between twenty and thirty, and what's funny to me about that is that I'm still worried that I'm boring. (And if you think that's a silly thing to worry about, you should hear about the other things I'm afraid of!) So I've decided to stop worrying and being afraid that I am boring, and analyze the situation. I realize that some people would say, "Ok, I'm afraid that I'm boring, so I will go and start being totally un-boring. Alright, tomorrow I've got myself booked for sky diving, and the day after that I'm going to have a few teeth pulled at the dentist without the anesthetic. That should keep me interesting at least until next week. Solid." But not me. I'd rather save the sky diving and teeth pulling until after I've decided whether or not I actually am boring. Then I'll get drastic.
So first I started thinking about what makes a boring person boring. And I have decided that the fundamental qualification for classifying a person as "boring" is not the person, but rather the audience. Think "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" but in this case it would be, "boring is in the mind of the audience." Logically then, I must consider my audience. Well, my main audience for the largest portion of my day is a two year old and a three and a half month old. That's a tough crowd. But, as Hallie assures me on an average of ten times a day, I am "Hallie's own funny mommy" (her words, literally). That sounds good. Hanna is even trickier, but she has given me a few solid giggles in the past few days, and I'm the only one who has gotten any, daddy will manage the occasional squeal, but nothing like what she's putting my direction. So I think I'm doing ok there too. Next is Devin. He talks to me about food on a chemical level, which essentially means I don't understand a word of it. And I tell him about naps, and diaper changes, and who we saw at the library. So I think we're on a pretty level playing field there.
My next audience, I guess, would be friends and family. They call me, I call them, we talk, and I think it works. I'm not too worried there. Then of course there is the audience of people who read this blog. I get on average 719 page loads a month (not counting when I load my own blog). That's not terribly shabby. It means there are a few people out there who think what I have to say and any pictures I might have to put up are interesting enough to get at least a peek during a lunch break or spare minute. Great.
Once I looked at all of these evidences I decided that I am doing pretty well. If my family stops calling me, and my average number of page loads goes down to say, 500 a month, then maybe I'll pick up skydiving and other exciting ventures. I know that if I were forced to go to a luncheon with Regis Philbin, Brad Pitt, Oprah, and the Obamas I would probably be considered duller than sheet rock. Luckily, that is not my audience, and as far as I can tell no one is getting up to leave during the half time show. Thanks, guys.