Whoa. Here I am. For someone who always has something to say, the fact that I have constantly procrastinated starting this blog bewilders me. I never procrastinate. I really can't. I've tried. But that's a story for another day. Today, I must make sense of why this endeavor has taken me so long, thereby turning my strength into my weakness. Or vice versa. Forgive what may seem to be ranting, but I am one that must make sense of everything that happens to me. It drives me crazy but it is who I am. Something I need to change- maybe, maybe not. Back to the purpose for which my fingers came here to move....
As I was saying, after a whole five minutes of soul searching (don't ask, won't tell), I have (or I think I have) resolved the reason for my constant dallying on this issue. Here it is, I fear the repercussions of the worldwideweb. Heck, I fear the repercussions of giving anyone too much information. Its like the oldest weapon known to man. Ok, maybe I've been traumatized.
Oh, the pains of adolescence. I think it was in my JS3 or SS1 (9th or 10th grade) when a classmate of mine found my journal. Needless to say, the contents were the talk of the town (and of course by town I mean small private school) for a couple of months. Abashed? Dismayed? Disconcerted? Embarrassed? Ashamed? If only words could describe what it means to have your intestines dance the tango with each other every time you walk into a room. Needless to say, ever since then, my thoughts stay in my head. If they get written down, they get torn. If they get told, they are masked in poetry. Hmmm, maybe that's why I love quotes so much because I get to say what I'm thinking to the credit of someone else, most often someone dead. The funny thing is I don't seem to have this same issue in conversation. Its strictly a "writing-down" problem.
Anyhow, the fact that I decided to post for the first time today marks a new dawn... Hopefully, it stays sunup. :-)