I got this nifty idea from Sprite\’s Keeper. I thought it looked like a fun idea for a post, so I decided to join in on the action.
How did this blog come to be?
Well, a little over a year ago, I got interested in reading other people’s blogs. They were funny, and interesting. These were stories written by people who could be my next door neighbors, people that I know I would just love if I knew them in for real life. I much prefer stories about real people to pictures of brangelina’s latest spawn. I mean, it’s a whole lot funnier to read a story about how someone’s kid colored all over their pottery barn kids bedding with a sharpie than to read about how some celebrity spent 15 mil on their kid’s nursery. So I got into reading many, many, many, blogs, and loved every post.
And then, it hit me.
I have a life outside of the computer too. Funny stuff happens to me. I could write a blog about it! Or, at the very least, write a blog about how I fall down a lot.
So I started a blog.
And then I stopped.
I didn’t visit the page again for several weeks (if not months). I couldn’t think of anything to write about, I didn’t know what people would want to read. And then one night it hit me- I will never know what people want to read, and it doesn’t matter. If I write about what is interesting/funny/bothering to me, then other people might find it and feel the same way. I don’t even remember what issue inspired me to get back into it. I was pissed about something, and felt the need to share the indignation with the whole world.
Semi-anonymously, that is. I was feeling a need to get people’s feedback on things I coudn’t ask my friends about, because DUH, they were the ones I was griping talking about in the first place. I wanted impartial opinions of people that didn’t know me from Eve. I wanted to vent.
Let me explain something about myself- I am very much the mother hen type of friend. Just yesterday, a friend I made in one of my classes ( a friend old enough to be my parent) told me that he thought I would make a great teacher because I mothered everyone around me. He really did mean that as a compliment, and I really did take it as one. I am like that. I am the person that you can call to come hold your hair when you are puking at 4:00 a.m. , the person that reminds you to take a jacket because it’s cold. If you come to my house, you are getting fed, whether you are hungry or not. I like being that person. I would not have picked “teacher” as a future profession if I did not like taking care of people. But, sometimes even the mama bear needs a place to vent. Don’t get me wrong, I totally vent to my friends all the time. Just ask D about the numerous screechy phone calls he has received. I just wanted a place where I could vent and get people’s opinions on things.
So, I started blogging. I really don’t vent as much as I thought I would, I ask opinions sometimes, and often write about whatever hijinks happened at my house that day. Don’t lie- everyone wants to hear stories about how someone completely embarassed themselves. I know I do. So I write about dumb stuff I do. I laugh at myself. I do dumb stuff sometimes. I say stupid things. I get mad and pout. So do you. So does everyone. I think if you can’t at least poke a little fun at yourself, then you must have no sense of humor whatsoever.
Sometimes I’ll get all worked up about some perceived injustice, start writing about it, and then all of a sudden, I’ll see the other person’s point of view, and realize that, yes Virginia, I was WRONG.
So you see blogging=therapy.
I’m happy I started this blog.