Simple? What does THAT mean?

I've been thinking a lot about simplicity lately.
Perhaps it's because my roommate's blog is themed upon things that are supposed to be simple, or pretend to be simple, but really aren't at all (I call it a cruel irony...like my dependence on you! - Name that movie!).

After reading her blog (which I do quite regularly), the idea of "simplicity" is always fresh on my mind and I start to notice all the complicated things that should be simple in my life, or I think of things that I could write about if her blog was mine. Which, it isn't. Clearly.

This week I've had a few more than normal and I'm just going to explode if I don't tell them to you (Sorry for copying you, roomie. Think of it more as, you inspired me).

1. Going to the gym. It's a simple concept really; you don't feel fit/healthy, so you get your butt to the gym (for which membership YOU PAY FOR every month), run around and lift things for a little bit, go home, feel better. Simple, right?

Wrong. For me, going to the gym is some kind of huge, inconvenient ordeal. I can't go in the morning unless I want to wake up at the butt crack of dawn (which I definitely don't!), so that leaves going sometime after work (after 5:00). I get home from work, I'm beat, I'm STARVING. I make food. Get full. Whoops, now I have to wait a little while to go to the gym because I can't work out on a full stomach! Then after being full for a few minutes (like, maybe five), my pants no longer fit comfortable and I'm jogging to my room in desperation because I can't wait to kick my pants off and change into sweats. This is a problem. Now I'm full, exhausted, AND comfortable. By the time I'm not full anymore... I've completely lost all motivation to go. And if I do, by some act of God, work up the motivation to change out of my comfy pants into my workout clothes, now I've got to change, put my hair up, arrange my ipod, and drive 15 minutes to the gym. It's an ominous endeavor if ever I saw one. (My flab can attest to that!)

2. Twitter. For my new job, which is in Marketing and involves social media specifically, I have to monitor Twitter everyday (as of 2 days ago). I already had my own Twitter account, but I never use it because, let's face it, it's boring if you don't actually know how - and, well, I didn't really know how. But, how hard can it really be, you know? You upload a picture, find some witty people to follow, and then start posting your own updates (like a Facebook status, right?)

Wrong. Oh Twitter is MUCH more complicated than that, my friends. You may think you know about Twitter, but you (apparently) don't know nuthin until you've downloaded a Tweetdeck, where you can monitor your own tweets and multiple other hashtags/people at the same time. I currently monitor 12 different hashtags that are constantly being updated by people in all time zones. Keeping up with those peeps is ridiculous! I spend the whole entire first hour of my day reading Tweets and ReTweets, responding and ReTweeting myself, and then trying to find something interesting to say on my own Twitter. But the best part is that I now not only Twitter as RaeLogan, but as @task (that's the company I work for). I monitor who's mentioning AtTask/@task, who's looking for a good project management software, who the top thinkers in the Project Management field are, etc. etc. etc. So, my first time using the Tweetdeck (2 days ago, remember) I was trying to promote the AtTask WorkOut | Work Management Summit that's coming up in February (which, if all goes well, I will be a keynote at!), but for some reason, when I switched from RaeLogan to @task to tweet the plug on the Pmot hashtag (meaning the WHOLE TWITTER WORLD of Project Managers) it didn't work. So I promoted it via my personal Twitter unknowingly. Embarrassing. There were multiple other mistakes that I made that I wont get into, but really... I thought Twitter was a simple thing, and it's just not. And I'm not typically technologically impaired, so that's saying something.

3. Toilets. Going to the bathroom used to be such a simple thing. You go outside, dig a hole, let it out, and be on your merry way. Now we have toilets, which don't get me wrong, are a blessing as far as safety goes, but really they are just another one of those simple things that are secretly complicated. First of all, how annoying is it when you use your work restroom (uh hem...) and you get up to flush and nothing happens. "Oh grrreat!" you think to yourself with a roll of the eyes. "This is one of those lazy toilets for which you have to hold the handle down for a whole 30 seconds." So, you hold the handle down and tap your foot until everything had made it's way down alright. The best part about this is, though, that as if having to drop what you're doing to go relieve yourself and the uncomfortable feeling that accompanies having to use the restroom isn't inconvenient enough, every time you use that work bathroom, you run through that whole process again, because you're used to being able to flush only one time and being successful. And I wont even get into how inconvenient it is to have to flush twice when someone else is in another stall... who knows what they're thinking! Sometimes I swear it makes me want to just go find a hole outside and "walk away" instead of having to flush. Except that isn't really that simple either. I know, because I've been camping in the wilderness before. For a girl, there really is no simple way to find relief in that way.

Just pretend like there are a number 4 and 5 to this list. I just felt bad writing more since this post is already 3 years long.