First Time at the Rodeo

I've dabbled in online prose over the years, mostly in the personals. I'd spend hours laboring over the proper wording for my profile, selecting the most flattering picture, pumping up the adjectives to describe...me.

Then there were endless hours I devoted to composing thoughtful responses to profiles that I found to be interesting. I would be candid, and totally myself, and I never received a single acknowledgement for my efforts.

Subsequently I have removed my profile. I decided that the time could be better spent on other things, like cleaning out the closets to make more room for me.
Oh, just kidding about the closets. I wouldn't fit in there even if there were nothing else hanging around.

So I've also experimented with keeping a diary, or log, but never kept it up. Partly that is because while my fingers may fairly fly over the keyboard, my mitts sometimes become like palsied stumps when I pick up a pen or a pencil. Go figure!

Friends of mine have written blogs...acquaintances, even. There seems to be a wild separation between "flesh friends" and "online buds" and you know who you are -- some things are just easier written into a blog than spoken to another person.

Then, again, for me I seldom have trouble speaking even about the most heinous, unspeakable subjects...adult diapers, kinky sex acts, multiple homicides, politics, religion, nothing slows me down. Perhaps for this reason I often find myself with the most, to me, hysterically funny thoughts, and yet nobody within earshot. This is especially disturbing because I have an honest-to-goodness undergraduate degree in drama, and my voice can carry over quite a distance.

So what do you think? I'll start a bLog! Not the most unusual idea in the world, but it seems to be working for a lot of people, on both sides of the screen.