This blog started on June 5, 2008. It was embarrassingly self indulgent. Every post was full of rambling rants where I simultaneously yelled at the world for not paying attention to me, and petted my own ego with clever observations of humanity and the world.
Those words were B.S., so I removed them.
I have not deleted my words and sent them to internet heaven. They did, for the time I wrote them, represent my honest view of the world. The showed me as I was: young, and emotionally deep as a teaspoon.
I love those words, but I feel that they would serve me better as a private museum than as a literary scruffs hanging onto what I hope to make into a collection of stories worth reading.
And yet...
This was the beginning of it all for me. Right here on this day, I opened an account with blogger and relationship with words that has blossomed manically. I put this post here to mark the beginning. The beginning of the rest of my life so far, and all the adventures that followed. I hope you will understand and forgive me for removing those words, and allowing myself the space for reinvention.
Of course, I'm not really asking.
It's my story. I'll tell it how it want.
Those words were B.S., so I removed them.
I have not deleted my words and sent them to internet heaven. They did, for the time I wrote them, represent my honest view of the world. The showed me as I was: young, and emotionally deep as a teaspoon.
I love those words, but I feel that they would serve me better as a private museum than as a literary scruffs hanging onto what I hope to make into a collection of stories worth reading.
And yet...
This was the beginning of it all for me. Right here on this day, I opened an account with blogger and relationship with words that has blossomed manically. I put this post here to mark the beginning. The beginning of the rest of my life so far, and all the adventures that followed. I hope you will understand and forgive me for removing those words, and allowing myself the space for reinvention.
Of course, I'm not really asking.
It's my story. I'll tell it how it want.
