Once I Had a Blog…
…and it was funny (if I might say so myself) and, lest I be a little immodest, it might have been occasionally insightful. Sometimes it would get a little Zen-ny and then it would flow more like “People” magazine for awhile. Sometimes there would be pictures. I was good at lists. And then, somewhere in the ether, my blog evaporated. Probably with the endless months of intense (and I’m gonna go ahead and say intense) paper-writing, sitting at my computer for hours at a time, my hip flexors contracting to nothingness. Sadly, I began to look a little like Montgomery Burns…all jaudiced and hunched over and with little warty things on my face (not really, but redness yes). Oh, I was a sad sack. Am a sad sack. But trying to be a recovering one.
As I was driving home to the Cleve on Monday, I realized that I have been miserable as long as I can remember, almost to the point that I can’t remember what it feels like to be happy. But my reasonable, logic-driven head remembers that certain things do make me happy…at least for awhile. And funny thing…writing on this tiny little postage-stamp of the Interwebs is one of ‘em. I’m not sure how to recapture the voice I had when I started this thing…a lot has changed…and actually, sometimes I long for the stupid Vox blog on which it all started (technically it’s still there but I hate Vox and this thing is paid for for up to three years). So, I’m just gonna re-start and see what happens. I refuse to let Facebook train me to speak to “my public” (all two of them and dwindling) in 140 characters. I’m going to have a say and it might be a long(er) one. Yeah. But, so as not to fall into a crevasse of negativity, here’s a list of things I promise (myself) not to do:
1. No whining or complaining unless I think it’s actually funny and/or wittily biting sarcasm.
2. No blowing sunshine up anyone’s nose. This post inevitably comes after a particularly whiny, wheezy one (See #1).
3. No “deep insights into the world” unless I provide the context and do not preach. I hate preachy blogs.
4. No over-sentimentalism or over personal-reflection. Can you believe I write a journal too? That’s where that stuff goes.
5. No changing names to protect the innocent. I have real friends and now their friendship with me is contingent on being mentioned by their real first names (no last names…seriously, that’s just not right) for their greatnesses. I will only celebrate friend greatness. If you piss me off, I’ll wait to we work it out and then talk about it vaguely and in the past tense.
6. No overly dedicated school talk. School does nothing but make me whiny, wheezy, and agitated. (See #1 again).
I think that’s a good start. And yes, I’m going to be that person that posts the updates on Facebook because…no one checks this thing regularly. So deal. Those updates just let you know there’s something new in the pot…it doesn’t mean you have to eat it.
Let the blogging begin. Again. For the first time. For the last time.