About a year ago I became reacquainted with some old friends thanks to Facebook. What a crazy place that is - in a matter of months I was completely up-to-date with a HUGE group of people I hadn't seen for over a decade. Because of Facebook I have caught up with old girlfriends (much to my wife dissatisfaction), amended friendships gone awry and lunched with old pals . So far I've successfully managed to avoid posts that could get me fired from my job.
Facebook led me to a few of my old friends' blogs, and, because I was immediately sucked into this whole social media thing, I decided to started a blog of my own. One dreary day in November '08 I logged a very deep one-liner about how excited I was to start sharing my inner-most feelings with a world of strangers. And so it sat...for one year...with no additional posts.
I've thought about my shell of a blog a few times since then, feeling like it was a good idea but not knowing just how to go about it. The few blogs I'm familiar with have some general themes: sex, family, hate. I have a friend who's blog is dedicated almost exclusively to cycling, a pretty cool angle I must say (although I won't read it because I used to be his biking buddy and now I have to read about how the best moments of his life are now shared with a bunch of losers in his current hometown rather than with me, let alone that I never seem to find time to ride my own bike these days). I thought about starting to ride my bike again just so I, too, could start a biking blog. But then I'd be just another of his sheep (yes, his current gaggle of friends is a group of Westy-wanna-be's). I can't have that.
Why do I think it's a good idea, you may ask? Well, I've been taught since youth that a journal of some kind is a good idea. They say it's for your posterity, or for those times down the road when you want to reflect on the glory days. I don't know. My current state of mind tells me that it would add some clarity to the NOW. Writing things down is good for organization of thought and of life in general. You know, writing stuff down, getting it on paper - that whole thing. So, forgive me in advance if this blog turns out to be a series of to-do lists.
I know what you're thinking (I say "you" which is kind of ridiculous since nobody but me will be reading this) - that I won't stick with it this time. And you're probably right. I never have had great stick-to-itiveness. For example - I quit guitar at age 10 because my teacher wasn't teaching rock n roll. She was teaching me Bach all the while I wanted to play Boston or Journey. I'll never forgive my mother for allowing me to quit those lessons. I know, I KNOW, I would have been a famous rockstar. My kids tell me all the time that they think I could win American Idol. Another example - my wife keeps telling me she wants me to "get some pec's" but we both know that would take years of working out which is a bit of a joke. She says it would be more comfortable when she wants to lay her head of me. I'm like, "lay it on my belly - that's gotta be comfy!" No, working out ain't gonna happen so she best love my Mr. Burn's body for what it is. Dedicating myself to months of...anything... isn't my gig.
But, then again, you never know. Maybe now with my public to-do lists I’ll be motivated to stick with it.
