Friday
28Jul2006
One Year Ago Today...
I started this blog. With this entry. As is evidenced by the fact that I didn't type again until September, I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. I didn't really even know what a blog was. 'What does blog mean', I wondered. 'It's such a funny word'. Of course, once I eventually understood blog is slang for weblog and wrapped my brain around the concept, the subsequent months were laced with small blog battles, fought and won.
Mastering HTML code to create a line break, thereby starting a whole new paragraph like this one was a day of rejoicing!
And my god, figuring out ITALICS! AND PHOTOGRAPHS! You mean, I can punch in dashes, dots and letters and a photograph will appear? Right here on my blog? You will be able to see the picture I just took? Mothertrucker! Each little bit learned along the way was another piece to the blogging puzzle. Creating paragraphs, posting photos... now here I am redesigning the site on my own. So hopefully you'll excuse the imperfections. It's hard to get shit to jive in both Explorer and Firefox.
Were it not for this blog, this journal of mine that you all seem to like to read (it's gotta be the Jerry Springer factor is all I can figure.. there but the grace of God go I and such... right?) I would have not made it in New York for this long. Shit, I might not even still be married. Because my God but we had some knock down drag-outs. Some major fucking fights, yo.
But the crazy thing that happened was, instead of feeling like my usual dysfunctional self, I realized (through your emails and comments) that we're all slogging through the same shit. Every day. Before this blog I felt like I was A Fucked Up Individual, that my relationship failures were my fault, that my self-imposed emotional distance from others was seriously screwed, that everyone flits effortlessly through life and for some reason I just don't have the tools to get it done. Now, I've realized we're all filling our plates from the same buffet of ISSUES. We're all having the same fights with our loved ones, the same battles with our spouses, suffering from the same social anxieties.. and the beauty of the internet is that we can feel free to share and commiserate. And so we have. And I don't feel so bad anymore and I hope you don't either.
I needed this outlet, this hobbie - if only to save me from insanity during the months and months The Surge was on the road. Blogging has improved my writing, ignited a passion for photography and inspired better communication with my husband. This blog has stretched my mind to include other points of view, intriguing new ways to think about life. This blog has allowed me to relate my feelings to friends and family members I have trouble talking to in person or on the phone.
And your comments. I'd like to be too cool for school and say I don't care if you comment or not... but shit - I've been really down these past few months, just floating through life.. call it my Quarter-Life Crisis.. whatever.. y'all are here every day with the positivity. So thanks for that.
Mastering HTML code to create a line break, thereby starting a whole new paragraph like this one was a day of rejoicing!
And my god, figuring out ITALICS! AND PHOTOGRAPHS! You mean, I can punch in dashes, dots and letters and a photograph will appear? Right here on my blog? You will be able to see the picture I just took? Mothertrucker! Each little bit learned along the way was another piece to the blogging puzzle. Creating paragraphs, posting photos... now here I am redesigning the site on my own. So hopefully you'll excuse the imperfections. It's hard to get shit to jive in both Explorer and Firefox.
Were it not for this blog, this journal of mine that you all seem to like to read (it's gotta be the Jerry Springer factor is all I can figure.. there but the grace of God go I and such... right?) I would have not made it in New York for this long. Shit, I might not even still be married. Because my God but we had some knock down drag-outs. Some major fucking fights, yo.
But the crazy thing that happened was, instead of feeling like my usual dysfunctional self, I realized (through your emails and comments) that we're all slogging through the same shit. Every day. Before this blog I felt like I was A Fucked Up Individual, that my relationship failures were my fault, that my self-imposed emotional distance from others was seriously screwed, that everyone flits effortlessly through life and for some reason I just don't have the tools to get it done. Now, I've realized we're all filling our plates from the same buffet of ISSUES. We're all having the same fights with our loved ones, the same battles with our spouses, suffering from the same social anxieties.. and the beauty of the internet is that we can feel free to share and commiserate. And so we have. And I don't feel so bad anymore and I hope you don't either.
I needed this outlet, this hobbie - if only to save me from insanity during the months and months The Surge was on the road. Blogging has improved my writing, ignited a passion for photography and inspired better communication with my husband. This blog has stretched my mind to include other points of view, intriguing new ways to think about life. This blog has allowed me to relate my feelings to friends and family members I have trouble talking to in person or on the phone.
And your comments. I'd like to be too cool for school and say I don't care if you comment or not... but shit - I've been really down these past few months, just floating through life.. call it my Quarter-Life Crisis.. whatever.. y'all are here every day with the positivity. So thanks for that.
Jul 28, 2006
Reader Comments (31)
I suspect that's a big part of why we all read.
I think people read your blog for the same reasons you mention discovering yourself - that we are all going through shit and sorting things out and having good days and having bad days and laughing about stuff and feeling like staying in bed forever and falling in love and getting angry and feeling sad and learning new things...and you just happen to write about it all with eloquence, honesty and humour. And so we like to read it.
kat
And I swear, I'm not a freak or anything - just someone who really enjoys reading. And listening to Marah. And having a strange dream about meeting you and the Surge last night, since you said they are in Chicago and even though I WANT to go I'm not sure if I can and therefore it was on my mind. Nope. Definitely not a stalker or freak, this gal here. ;)
It makes me feel dirty.
Maybe he should get into the blogging business?
Those were some really nice props for the peeps, Monica!
In my opinion, this blog is never just philosophical, never just witty, and never just depressed; you’re all of those things at once. The fact of the matter is: your stories are therapeutic, enlightening, and most importantly, entertaining.
I see you as a true compatriot. I’ve got more devils and angels than can fit on both shoulders. Shoot, if I had an ass, they’d be perched there too. Even though I don’t know you from Adam’s house cat, it’s nice to know that you’re out there in the ether…
Stephanie
Happy anniversary!
Jules
Boy. I remember the early days when I'd be embarrassed to read the sex entries. "I cant read this, I know her and Serge!! I have to be a gentleman!!" Now, if a day goes by and I haven't read a sex posting I am C-R-A-N-K-Y
I'm so glad you have this outlet for your writing 'cause it's obvious that everyone enjoys the way you use your words! I have read other blogs, but they've never become a habit because the stories just aren't that interesting. I'll keep on reading... just keep on bloggin'
You've reset the bar! Speakkin-a-which... I'm thristy.
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