This Fish Needs A Bicycle

Don't you realize you have a throng of readers who are on the edge of their seats waiting for the next blog post? "Unneeded" indeed. Pft.

A lot of us feel like that. I feel like it, often. That of course will hardly make you feel any better.

Well, if you wouldn't feel like that you would probably be arrogant so good for you! :-D

Have a couple of kids. I doubt that feeling will ever darken your thoughts again! You will be so needed you will want to tear ever strand on hair from your head. I'm nearly bald and loving it.

Your blog is great!

Have a good one and remember everyone is needed.

I hear that. If we're supposed the be the star of our own life "movie", how come I sometimes feel like an extra?

When I'm feeling that way, I like to get out to a movie with a good friend. There's nothing better than friends to make you feel important.

I feel the same way, most of the time. It sucks. So let's just stop, ok?

I never feel that way. In fact, I always feel like far too many people need something from me. Maybe we should switch bodies for a few days like in all those crazy "Freaky Friday"-esque movies. You'd learn to love your real life (believe me) and I'd... hmmm... you'd probably have to hunt me down because I'd never give you back your body or your life willingly.

You're needed in an American way. You're needed like people need to see their favorite show or like people need tickets to some concert. It's not like "air and water and food and shelter" needed, but it's something.

You're needed like this fish needs a bicycle.

Also I wanted to say this: Good morning.

Just as you need someone to occasionally make your stapler magically appear in working order again, I have no doubts whatsoever that there are people in your physical sphere of infuence who desperately need you to make it through another day.

And if you aren't sure of those people, be sure of the fact that there are a lot of us out here in your digital sphere who would miss you if you weren't around.

Hang in there Fish!

i think this is your most gangsta post yet

Feel better! And obviously there are tons of us who come to your site every day NEEDING your writing!

The middle child syndrome and the fifth wheel syndrome are evil and ugly, and when we experience them, they take away from who we truly are. Hope your day gets better.

P.S. Smile, your coworks will wonder if you're the one that glued the toilet seat down... :)

that's a tough place to be in...but it passes and we've all been there. though, in saying that, i know it doesn't make the feeling pass any sooner.

hang in there.

Yeah, I know its been said, but we all need you. I look forward to your daily posts as much as my morning cup of coffee. But I totally know how you are feeling and, trust me, more people need you than you realize.

maybe you just haven't yet found the people in this world that need you. in my mind and experience, i know that you're needed for someone or something worthwhile. if it hasn't come along yet, maybe God's still prepping you and getting everything aligned. i have faith.

I am sorry you have had a rough couple of days... things will change in time...

I didn't know what the technical definition of "middle child syndrome" was, so once I was talking to my brother's girlfriend (a psyche major) about how no one pays attention to me (I was being faceitious) and she said "Which one are you?" (there are five of us) and I said "I'm the third" and she said "It's almost like middle child syndrome." To which I replied: "I don't even get fucking credit for that!!"

Sorry; long, convoluted story not well told. My apologies.

For some reason it won't let me comment on your newest post.

Anyway, I love that line. "It's far too early for such white-flag behavior..."

That's exactly where I'm at. I'm in the middle of quite a grand pity-party, which may be premature... but seems fitting nonetheless.

If you feel as miserable as I do, then I extend my deepest sympathies. It sucks rocks.

You are totally a Marsha, not a Jan.

we need you. hope your week improves.

It's like when you sitting in the back seat of a car, and you can't really hear or participate in the front seat people's conversations. Sometimes I look out the window and commiserate at other people gazing out of their backseat windows.

Middle children of the universe, unite.

since i cant comment on your new post, i will put it here....

And some say your genius is in your madness
will you get better then will you leave us?
How you mixed with the darkness
at such a young age
until in your chemistry science and violence turned silence to rage

I can't say that I need you. But I like you! That's almost as good.

i totally married a jan (my wife always felt she lived in the shadow of an older, prettier sister). and while i don't hate the marcias of the world, i find i really have to limit my exposure to them. unneeded, indeed.

Ba'haba? What? Come on. You're the first blog in the morning, and the only one I'm refreshing the page on all day long - and I don't even "know" you! Need - I'd have to say yes. Needed for the smiles, and most importantly for the views on life thru your eyes.

sometimes i worry about you, fish. take care of yourself.

*HUG*