Third time’s a charm…
Since high school people have been telling me to publish my stuff. My insecurities get in the way and as soon as I write something, I think it’s garbage five minutes later and I want to tear it up.
In high school, we had to keep a journal in my eleventh grade English class about whatever daily bullshit occurred, as long as we met the page requirement. So I did. One day my friend Charlotte read it, and then she passed it on to Emily, and Emily gave it to Nina Marie and before I knew it Melissa was getting back to me on a recent entry.
But then we all graduated and got MySpace and Facebook accounts. And I tried posting blogs within MySpace and notes within Facebook, but I didn’t like how cumbersome it was to access the entries. You had to log-in, check your page, your inbox, your comments or wall postings, and then, maybe if you remembered, you would go on to your friend’s page and check out their newest blog or note. But who has time for that?
We never have time for anything, but always make time for our bullshit Internet addictions. I am very guilty of it. And as you read this, I am creating another one for myself. A blog. For you to read and me to write. Another Black Hole of time. But hopefully we can both grow from this. You can tell me what a silly rabbit I am, or you can relate and feel a little bit better about yourself.
As I’m writing this I’m cringing. My high school feelings of writing something and then hating it the next day are flooding back to me. I always thought people who did this were annoying or insecure. I have now willingly plunged into the sea where Perez Hilton and The Sartorialist dwell.
Hopefully I can stay afloat.