Anniversaries & Inquiries

WOO-HOO!! This is my 100th post for {DD}, and we officially have over 500 visitors!! On this momentus occasion, I just want to thank everyone who supports this blog, especially my most faithful reader, The BrotherMan. As I said in the beginning, this blog is more for me than anyone else, but to know that I have quite possibly touched another person in some form or another is enlightening. So, we celebrate today as a great anniversary for my {DeLiCiOuS DiArY}, and I hope that if the food is to your liking, you will continue to come here to be filled.

Now, most of my posts come from questions, or inquiries, and I don't think they'll stop anytime soon. Oddly enough, I was looking at a barage of facebook statuses, and it seems as though a lot of us around the same age are going through the same problems, but instead of being a band of brothers, we all feel isolated. I saw so many comments about fake friends, longing for love, loneliness, happiness, and some people just being -- just expressing themselves to the world. Why is it like this, I wonder? How can you feel alone in a room full of people? And what about those people in your life who are seasons, who are not meant to stay, but you must admit that you're sad to see them go...Why is it that we must walk this journey alone, when all around us, others are moving towards the same destinations? The answer to this question, I fear, is ever-elusive.

And while I write this, celebrating anniversaries and continuing quest-beginning inquiries, I am bothered by a question that weighs on my min like an Acme anvil (shoutout to my fellow coyote): What is it with addicitions to the opposite sex? Eight years ago, I was enamored with my high school guy, I was doing fine not thinking about anyone in college, then a new obsession wafted my way like secondhand smoke, he found his way up my nosrils and into my brain, and I was taken. That didn't quite pan out, but I couldn't get over him until someone new came along. I couldn't get over my high school "beau" until he came along. And the new one I'm stuck on has me paralyzed until a new addiciton presents itself to me. Ha. And I'm not the only one, I think. I took a small poll, and it's happening to a lot of us. But why? Maybe now that we're not children, and not so easily distracted by television and games, we need something else to distract us - the master of disguise - love. A curious thought...no pun intended, ok, maybe a little pun intended.

Until next post...