Tuesday, March 30, 2004

I get the bloggiest feelings sometimes...

I have a blog. Wow. I've been hearing about these things for a while now, not really knowing what they are but suspecting that they were something that I'd get off on. I made some half-hearted attempts to scout out a blog, see what it's made of, see whether it would fit into my clothes with me. And while I still am not really sure what a blog is, I know what I want it to be. And this is it.

It's a place I can come to write - about anything and everything, without censure or praise. A place to unload all the sh*t that collects under one's skin during a day. You know, the stuff that makes you gripe and groan, makes you feel helpless and out of control. The stuff that, if only you could tell someone how you feel, would go away and would maybe even get resolved. I mean, if you tell someone about a problem and what you think needs to be done to fix it, you never know what might happen. They might agree with you. They might go immediately to the source of the problem and apply your solution. It would then never bother you again.

Or they might know somebody who could effect some change. Just a whisper in their ear and voila, all is well. Worst case (or maybe best, I'm not sure) scenario is that what you feel is commonly felt by everyone in your community, province, country, hemisphere, planet. You realize that this is a problem that everyone else is putting up with so why the heck can't you. Or (and this is where the best case comes in) you find out that you are the first one to give voice to this particular problem, to isolate it from the garbage that normally disguises it. It is you that the world looks to and applauds when you tell them how easy it would be to dispose of this problem once and for all. And the crowd goes wild. [roaring in the background - or is that the tinnitis in my ear?]

Anyway, to get back to what I was saying, I intend to use my blog for good not for evil. Of course, most of the good will come to me, just by getting rid of whatever itch it was that needed scratching. Those around me might benefit, too, I suppose, if I'm easier to live with.

So... if you're still reading, come back sometime and see what else is in here. Maybe you'll have that Archimedes reaction (Aha!) when you read something here that you previously thought you alone thought. There are at least two thoughts there to start with and that's sufficient for one day.