Blogging
Well I already fucked this thing up, and this is my second try. Awesome start.
Again:
I’ve never blogged before. I mean I’ve tried to blog before, I’ve just never been successful. I’ve tried to keep a journal in the past too, which never lasted long unfortunately.
Journal writing always just seemed so romantic. It’s the monologue of your life. A dialogue that only you control, and gives special insight into everything. There’s some writer who wrote an autobiography of sorts and appeared on Oprah about it. It was so popular I guess. It turned out to be mostly/party a shit lie and he made it up, but here was a guy who wrote about himself and he wasn’t famous before that, and people wanted to read. I could do that.
Turns out not. I remember after a painful breakup with a girlfriend at the time I gave her my journal to read for insight. I wanted her to know they why behind the what, and how difficult it was for me too, not just her. Yeah, she didn’t give a shit, read it and said there were no surprises, and kept the journal. Needless to say, I didn’t journal again.
(Is journal a verb?)
Anyway, I tried to blog too. I had a theme a couple times, and both times (I think it was 2) I didn’t keep up on it. Oh internet, the peer pressure to impress you! Yeah, no one ever read the shit but I’m oddly anal/perfectionist with my writing. That’s why I never do it, or at least why I tell myself I never do it. That’s part of my mystique/charisma/bullshit, I understand myself only so much, and parts are a mystery. Or not.
Anyway, I’m going to give this a shot. And from what I can tell, this is just a newer livejournal/emo/attention whore-ing place where images get hits and naked ladies get to stroke their ego and beg men to buy them shit. But I’m going to make it my little corner on the internets of whatever-the-fuck I like, so DEAL WITH IT (enjoy!) :)