Yes, it's true... I'm a recovering memeaholic. I want to share my story with you today to tell you it's okay. I am here for you, whether as an intervener or an enabler. I can do either. But for me, it's better if I don't go anywhere near them, as the temptation is still, and probably always will be, so strong.
I started off as a casual memer, just participating in one every now and again. It was an easy way to produce material without having to think too hard. When my mind was blank, the meme would be a quick fix. However, my recreational use soon turned to addiction, and I found myself sitting on my bathroom floor, laptop in hand, eyes glassy from a morning spent trying to figure out if my photo was indeed wordless or perhaps wordful. That's when I first suspected that I needed help.
But by then, it was too late. Not only was I memeing every day, I started supplying them to others. That's right, I became a dealer to help feed my habit. Pretty soon, my mind just shut off completely and I wasn't able to think for myself, or write any original material. That's when I knew I had to step away completely. Make a clean break. Better to go cold turkey and endure the pain of withdrawal than risk overdose.
So, I have been clean for a couple of weeks now. However, in honor of Friday's Feast (F2), a newer meme by the one and only CaJoh, in which I never got to participate, I am going to share a poem that Sweet Mr. Beans wrote. I solemnly swear that I won't link up. But I encourage all of you to check him out and play along... If you think you can handle it. It only takes once!
Ode to a Pork Chop
When the sizzling wonder meets my eyes
I seem to be hypnotized
I would like to savor
Its rich flavor
Why would anyone give it away?
That scrumptious little pork filet.
Oh, and I am allowed to comment on other people's meme posts. Really, my therapist said so.