Well, I suppose that’s possible (obviously we’re magnifying the awesome aspects of our personality), but I was thinking that maybe instead of being a *insert your favorite crazy blogger here*, it’s actually an artist who isn’t in that situation at all.
Fascinating. There are bloggers that have been exposed to be big fat liars (like, the blog about curing their cancer but never had cancer or about their dead baby that never existed) but those are more pathologic, and driver by a desire for either money or attention. Someone doing a crazy blog as a creative outlet—i dunno. The negative side is that you get people invested in your story, commenting and caring about you—it seems a bit mean to trick people into believing you are genuine. Though some bloggers I’ve come across are really so inane and ridiculous that I sort of hope there is no one that shallow & stupid alive.
My only complaint about Paradise is that my job can get in the way of me enjoying it! ;-) There are so many fun things to do all week long here!
Truthfully, the only not perfect thing is that I am still acclimating to the Very Strong Sun here. I wear sunscreen and a hat whenever I’m outside doing stuff during the strong sun hours (roughly 11 AM to 6 PM), but it still seems to sap my energy for doing anything strenuous.
I can tell you that after more than a decade living in my little slice of paradise, I’ve acclimated to the point that I now sometimes complain when the temperature leaves the approved 68-78 range. But not to the point that I don’t know I’m being ridiculous when I complain.
I think that since you are choosing your paradise you probably won’t get tired of it.
On the other hand, I grew up in a place that a lot of people consider to be paradise, but I couldn’t wait to leave and don’t see myself ever living there again. I tend to see the downsides more than the upsides to this particular place.
I do have a paradise in mind that my husband and I would like to live, but most people we tell about it have a hard time believing that we love it so much.
My husband is deliberately trying to get his weight down to a specific number at which he thinks his knees will tolerate running, and he chews gum all the time. Actually he always has chewed gum, but now he seems to be deliberately doing it to keep from snacking.