I couldn't think of a damn thing to write. Three days in and I couldn't even come up with a post. Shit! What to do, what to do? So, I
Around midnight, I thought I had found it. Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of Jean Picard. Not the kick-ass, hunky TNG Captain, but the lesser known French astronomer. So, here I am, thinking, "How funny would it be to compare the two and see who kicks more ass!" But I didn't do it how I would do it. I did it how I thought other people would like it.
I honed in on my snarkiness skills, polishing each bullet point to a shine. Yes, you can polish a turd. But it still smells like shit. I wanted it to be funny. I wanted people to share it all over the web. I wanted to reach a shitload o' hits! I wanted to be famous!! I wanted to be....something I'm not. At 3 a.m., as I was putting the finishing touches on my super, fame-making post, my foot lightly bumped the computer's power cord and BLAM-O!!! power down. MOTHER EFFING SON OF A BITCH!!!!
I went to bed. But I didn't sleep.
Why? Why did I care so much about what other people think? Why did I want to be some
I made a promise to myself. from this moment on, I will post for me. I will be true to myself, writing about what makes me happy, sad, laugh, pissed off, etc. Sometimes, it might make you smile, sometimes it might make you spit coffee all over your monitor, and sometimes it might just make you think. But at the end of the day the only thing that matter is.....I DID IT MY WAY!!
Good for you!!! I think that you'll be much better for this!! It's the real blogs that are the best!!!
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