Ahem….Perhaps out of boredom and despite the mounting pile of work sitting on my desk, I’m starting a “blog,” which I confess, feels mildly lame. (No offense to the die-hard bloggers out there.) It has always seemed like a version of a “published diary.” One year for my 12th birthday I was given a little brown diary as a gift. I remember it clearly. It came leather hard-bound with gold, embossed letters across the front reading “DIARY.” But most significantly, it came with a gold-plated lock and two matching keys. The whole idea of the diary concept was to record one’s most inner-private thoughts, fears, etc. That night I commenced writing in my diary, which I continued religiously to do every night for….about a week. The problem with this diary was that it was dated. Yep. 365 pre-printed dates for that year. It was not an open place to keep my nubile 12 year-old thoughts – it was a vicious obligation that commanded me to keep tabs on my days and diligently record them every night. Soon the entries became shorter and shorter, and after several months, I confess that my “entries” became a series of check-marks and minus symbols, intended to represent “good day” or “ok day.” So, I can only surmise that the antiquated idea of a daily diary is neither practical nor enjoyable, and with that, all other notions of diaries can go out the window, as far as I’m concerned! And with it, this idea of secrecy. Now, don’t get me wrong. Some things should just stay private. But then again, c’est la vie and to each their own. If someone wants to publish their unedited and rawest emotions, hey, go for it. For me, though, I believe mine will be a little more sanitized.
Having said that, I (warn and) suspect that my blog will, in all likelihood, dwell primarily on relationships, be they romantic, familial, work-related, friend-related, or even concerning the daily encounters with strangers. Relationships seem to fascinate me – their patterns, lifecycles, and the imprints they leave. Let’s be honest, folks. I have a penchant for focusing on my own failed attempts at elusive “love.” And with brutal honesty I admit that I have gone through quite a few relationships in my life, none of which were successful (obviously), which I can’t help but think is largely dependent upon me. I’ve also made my fair (plus) share of poor decisions borne out of even poorer perceptions. So, rather than lament (because what’s the point in that?!?!), I laugh, get distracted, and bitch about it all here. I’d be severely out-of-my league and pathetically pretentions to event *hint* that these ramblings of mine could possibly be akin to the seemingly sacred SITC – I dare not even attempt that mimic because to do so would #1 be uber lame, #2 been repeatedly already done, and #3 an attempt to make reality as humorous as fiction, and let’s be honest, if our relationship struggles were as funny as televised, we’d be in stitches most of the day. Instead, I will unabashedly rant about my boyfriend, my friends’ BFs, my observations about BFs, and hopefully occasionally bring in something about other non-romantic relationships because I do think that a lot of how we interact in our romantic relationships can be connected to how we relate to people in general. So, without further adieu…..
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