In Lieu Of 'Poor Me'

I've been blogging a fair bit lately, or at least comparatively. Even more than I have actually been blogging, I have at least 4-5 entries backed up. However... none of them have moved me to put fingers to keyboard, which is why they are backed up. The thing that is moving me to write now is to preempt a 'Poor Me' blog in the near future.

I think I'm moving into a swing where I get all mopey and feel like changing my tag line back to "How come everyone that is weird like me is on drugs?" among other things. A quick look at my biorhythm (Mark the birth month as 'February') says that I'm peak emotional today and basically shitty everything else. That doesn't feel too far off. Hah. I just used the verb "feel" on a day when I'm supposed to be very emotional. Funny.

I was walking to work today and noticed a few fire hydrants had been opened up and were pumping water out into the street. It seemed odd, but there was a water truck pulling up, so I assumed that it was about to be closed up. However when I got to work, co-workers clued me in toa water main leak that apparently had the Columbus Convention Center flooded with 2ft of water. So thinking back to my walk in, I tried to figure out what that would have to do with the hydrants being open... if anything. My guess is that they were trying to reduce the pressure on the main that had broken and were letting water out through other outlets that wouldn't run into the Convention Center... this could have occurred before or after they shut off the water to the area. It was around the right time, I get to work at 8am.

There is also a conversational device I use when I am uncomfortable with situations. I will ask about asking a question. For example, "Would you be mad at me if I asked if you had cheated on me while I was on vacation?" or, more frequently, "Would you think I was weird if I asked you if you could be any digit, 0-9, what digit would you be?" People will generally respond in one of two ways... they will either get mad and think I am weird or they will tell me the answer to my question.

What do broken water mains and meta-questions have to do with my sense of alienation perhaps growing more acute? They're metaphors, and somewhat self-referencing metaphors. Allowing me let off some pressure by talking about what I could potentially be talking about without actually talking about. (Because no one likes mopey blogs.)

Here are some questions that I have been tussling with:
Does progress in my quest for consciousness, self-awareness, and understanding of the relationship between myself and the universe come at the expense of my quest for a soulmate?
Am I using dancing as a form of escapism? Can useful results negate escapism and/or is all escapism inherently bad?
What habits of mine are perpetuated solely by habit and what habits have solid arguments for their continuation?
Why is everyone that is weird like me on drugs?