It seems like it's been about a hundred years since I last posted. (How many posts start out with a variation of that sentence?)
I think I'll get a late start on my edumacation.
This is why I have a blog:
I like to write. I think I express myself better in writing than I do in person. At least I flatter myself to think so. But depending on the situation I can do pretty well in person too.
But it wasn't always that way. I used to have a really hard time talking to people in person. Was I making too much eye contact or too little? Was I saying "like" too much? Was there a booger on my face? And what the heck am I supposed to be doing with my hands? Pockets? Gestures? Straight down at my sides? Do I look awkward? Is my zipper down?
I think my mission helped me get more comfortable in my own skin. But nevertheless, writing is still more comfortable for me. You don't have the luxury of the delete key in person.
So the short answer is that I like to talk, so I blog. But there's more to it than that.
At first my blog was a place for me to vent my frustrations. I didn't think anyone would ever read it, and I didn't care. Then one day Jet Set Carina commented and I had an audience.
I started telling funny stories from my high school days. This was partly because I went to high school with Carina and partly because high school was so traumatic.
Things went along pretty well like that for a while. But then my blog hit stage 3 of blog development. People I told stories about started reading my blog and sometimes getting angry. (If you're keeping score, stage 1 was "no audience", stage 2 was "fun audience" and stage 3 was "angry audience")
Maybe those of you who have moved past stage three can help me out, because I still want to tell a lot of stories, sometimes at the expense of friends, neighbors and strangers, because there are funny and stupid things everybody does, and because self-deprecation, though my target is wide, is often more difficult to pull off.
But I don't want another episode like the altercation I had with my wife's grandfather over the things I said about the colossal douchenozzle Rick Koerber, so I keep my mouth shut.
I'll have to tell you about that incident sometime.