On Saturday night, someone complimented me on this here blog o’ mine. Well, sorta. It went somewhere along the lines of “I really like your blog. I’m not really sure what it’s about yet… but I really like it.” (Thanks, Mom.)
I didn’t think it was a big mystery. This is where I come to write about LIFE so that when I’m old and my tits are in my shoes* I’ll be able to look back and remember where the hell I spent my time.
I like having a place to express myself in a way that doesn’t come naturally in “real life.” See, what you get here? It’s the “real me.” I’m just not good at sharing the “real me” around “real people.” (And I feel the need to use unnecessary “quotation” marks throughout the rest of this “post.”)
I’m very reserved and quiet and, to be honest, nervous (until I get to know you). I’m fairly certain I suffer from some sort of social anxiety which I should probably be seeing some sort of therapist for, but I’m happy and since it doesn’t prevent me from leaving my house and doing things I love, I don’t feel a need to shell out the dough I should be saving for when I get laid off (knock on wood).
And speaking of things I love? I have discovered the most incredible passion for photography and baking within the last couple of years and that’s the direction this blog will take most of the time. So, if cookies and photographs (of just about anything that will hold still long enough) (and sometimes of things that won’t) isn’t your cup of tea? Then it may just be time to move along. Because life is too short to spend time
doing reading things that you’re not totally into.
And because I’m paranoid of anybody thinking so (I admit it, I care what people think)… No, I am not trying to be her or her or any of the other fantastic people that happen to be doing the same thing. I’m just doing what I want and sharing the outcome and if someone happens to get any sort of enjoyment from it, awesome. And if not? Well, there are plenty of other
fish blogs in the sea WWW.
And by the way? I like to use the F word from time to time. Just thought I should throw that out there now while I’m telling the truth.
*Eight million dollars to the first person to name that television show. (But not really on the “eight million dollars” part.)
Edited to add: For those still wondering, the quote came from an episode of Sex and the City, in which Samantha declares that she’s having nude photos taken of herself so that when “she’s old and her tits are in her shoes,” she can look at the pictures and remember how hot she was.