My sound and my fury

During my recent absence from this little space of mine, I actually had started to write many a post. Then I hit delete. On all of them. They were all just me ranting and raving, bitching and whining - and I am sometimes aware that the world is in no need of hearing anymore negative crud. I will continue to try and confine my negativity to those lucky enough to actually speak to me. Lucky, lucky listeners with glazed over eyes and bleeding ears.

So last night I reacquainted myself with neglected little All I Know Is This and read as many old posts as my internet connection would allow. Then I came into work today and during a space-out-and-stare-at-the-wall moment my own words were swirling around in my head. It was then that I looked over and saw a William Shakespeare quote that I have displayed next to my monitor…

“Life is a tale told by an idiot… full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

Old Willie and I must have been buds in a past life of mine. And then I apparently annoyed him one too many times and he called me an idiot.

So, welcome to my ongoing tale. Judging by my excessive whining, it is indeed full of sound and fury and likely does signify absolutely nothing. But it entertains my parents and Willie is long gone, so why stop now?