I am lazy.
I intended to start a blog, probably a few months, possibly more than a year ago. It's really quite hard to say, as I have not documented every passing thought related to starting a blog on a post-it, dated it, then stuck it on my fridge, just in case.
This happening is as unlikely another Avatar movie. Oh wait...
Three days ago I decided to actually sit down and begin this blog, as I am unemployed and legitimately have nothing better to do (for now!). I sat down at my computer, cracked my knuckles, and Google searched 'blogspot' with intense determination. This time, for sure!
If determination had a face, it just got stabbed.
A name for a blog is like title for a book. It will be how people will refer to your blog in conversation. It is any blogger's dream for their blog to become a household name. In order for that to be possible, my blog would need to have (other than millions and millions of fans and followers across the globe) a good, snappy name that still reflected me, my inner self.
Inner self got bored.
For the next two days, in time not spent waiting for the next episode of Glee, replaying a Zelda game (again) or simply spending time with my sister and the puppies, I was tirelessly wracking my brain for the perfect name. My sister, growing concerned for what this 'decision making' business was doing to my mental health, decided to help me. She gave me several ideas, all of which were good, but only one really struck my soul on a very intimate level. Yes, this was it. It was the perfect name for my blog. A true reflection of me, who I am.
And then it was unavailable.
Grief stricken, I fell to the floor and cuddled with the puppies. Puppies can fix any problem.
As I lay there, on the floor, I had this train of thought:
“Mum once called me 'toad' when I was little. Toadstools look weird. Mushroom is another word for toadstool. I like Mario.”
And thus, the Indecisive Mushroom was born. Hello Internet, I'm here.
