Today’s guest post was written by the lovely Bridget, from The Ivey League. Also known on Twitter as Queenofhaddock. I am lucky, because I was able to meet and spend some time with Bridget at BlogHer this summer. Not enough time, as we have both told each other a couple of times. However we did have a lot of fun, the times we were together. Want a good laugh? Ask Bridget about my sense of direction. Or about our waitress at the burger place in the hotel. She’s as sweet and wonderful as she appears on the Internet. She has a crazy full life; three kids, just like me, although she’s got two boys and one girl; a doctor husband; a seemingly million volunteer projects and she is a phenomenal photographer. I am thankful to call her my friend.

It all started with Twitter.  I’d log on, watch conversations fly by me.  Consider joining in, and then…well…just not say anything.

I got tired of trying to be witty in 140 characters.
I got tired of trying so hard, weighing every word.
That’s not how it’s supposed to be between friends.

I know I’m not the only one.

And really folks?  Enough with the #socialmedia #hashtags.  I get it.  You want a #laptop or #anewpairofcrocs.  I wouldn’t mind having those, too.  But is it worth it?  Not to me.

And then one day…I just didn’t log on.  I didn’t check Twitter on my phone.  I wondered what some of my friends were up to, but those friends hadn’t been on Twitter much lately either.

And I realized that those same friends hadn’t been posting as much.

Or posting shorter, obligatory posts.
Just to keep the traffic coming.
Must.keep.traffic.up.

And I realized that I’ve been doing the same thing.

And I wondered…hmmm…are these blogging highs and lows just like the whole period sync situation. We’re not around each other to be exposed to pheromones, so it can’t be just that.

But it seems like more of us are down than up right now.
And words are escaping us all.
And it’s easier to post crap than admit that something is wrong.

But something is wrong.
With me.
With Issa.
With several of my friends.
Hell, even Jenny the Bloggess admitted that she was in a funk.

It’s too early for SAD to be creeping in.  I’m not ready.
One more sweet summer day, please.
And could someone please tell me a joke.  A good one.
I need a good long laugh-until-you-happy-cry joke.
It sounds like a lot of us do.