Friday, August 13, 2010

Y'know...

...I used to blog. A lot. There were weekends when I'd wake up and just sit on my couch watching Hannah Montana (I didn't have cable and this was pretty much all broadcast television had to offer me on a Saturday morning) and pound away on my Dell laptop, publishing posts with dreams of changing the world. After writing that, I wonder just how chemically dependent I was back then.

My blogging lead to things. People read what I wrote. I met people. Some of those people were on the radio. They read what I wrote on the radio. I was interviewed by people on the radio. I started a monthly "thing" (involving alcohol) that other people attended. People wrote about said monthly thing. I offered opinions. I challenged others' opinoins. I got frustrated. I got angry.

I stopped blogging.

And for a while, I just didn't care.

But then, one day, I realized that no matter how frustrated or angry I got, I still wanted to write. Considering I wasn't necessarily exceptionally good at it, or didn't have much to offer, I knew that writing something...anything...didn't really mean anyone was going to read it. But that little orange button Blogger offers means that somehow, no matter how little meaning it might have, I could be "published."

So I started another blog.

And there you go.