I have to be honest: I used to be very anti-blog. In fact, it was cause for mockery. That probably had a lot to do with both my disdain for people who put their personal lives online, thinking other people cared enough to read about their trivial problems, and my self-disdain, because I would be that person, who got caught up in others’ lives. To be fair, the first blog experiences I had were with Xanga, and things of the like, and it was people writing about how much their lives sucked. That’s great, I’m glad you have an outlet, but how did I come across it? And, oh wait, there goes 30 minutes of my life that I’ll never get back because I got sucked into that fight between you and your boyfriend. (You were right, though, he was acting like such a jerk!)
Seriously, though, now I feel like a hypocrite. (Not that that’s going to stop me, but I hear self-awareness is very in right now.) I think this might be easier to write if I had a theme, some central focus. But really, the only common thread between this and any further posts will be me. I know, so why bother with this when I could just keep a diary? Well, with a blog I can at least pretend I have an audience (even though I’ll pray to God that I was competent enough to enable the highest privacy settings so that no one can read this).
So let’s jump right in, shall we? Why am I even starting this in the first place? I was heavily urged by a friend, for whom I wrote a guest blog post, to continue writing. The funny thing is that as a kid, a writer is exactly what I wanted to be. I’m sorry, excuse me – I wanted to be a famous writer. I was positive that those stories I wrote all throughout elementary school would be a great start; I even tried to bind them into book-form myself. Suffice it to say, I was less than successful. Maybe it’s all about the baby steps. Maybe this will be my gateway back into writing and I’ll fulfill a childhood dream. Or maybe I’ll just waste my time and yours with incessant rambling. It’s hard to tell, but what the hell, here goes nothing.
Update: I was, in fact, competent enough to enable the privacy settings. I’m just slowly trying to come out of my shell. It’s all about the baby steps.
