Did I Need A Blog?
The other day I was avoiding a mountain of homework-and quite frankly all of adulthood-by scrolling around on the internet looking at blogs. Wasting my time led me to the idea of throwing my own hat into the ring. Unfortunately, that wasn't the first time this thought came across my mind, and that time didn't work out so well for my dumbass.
During a brief, fleeting period of my life where I lived in San Diego, I had a "blog". Now...I'm gonna go ahead and use that term very loosely. This wasn't a blog to express any real opinion that mattered(not that my opinions matter a whole lot now). It basically existed so I could subtweet anyone who pissed me off in more than 140 characters. It was a big ol' petty mess. Because of this, I've been opting out of starting a real blog for quite some time. I'm petty at heart, people, so this could go real south reaaaaal quick. In all likelyhood, though it probably won't. Not to toot my own maturity horn, but in the time that's passed between then and now I have become a completely different person-mentally and visually. The emotional and physical glo-up is REAL.
I thought about it for a good while-WEEKS really-before buckling down and diving in. Full disclosure, I can be a real idiot, but I'm hoping this blog is going to offer a view at life that only my charmingly abrasive, and falsely confident self can provide. As far as the title of this blog, some explanation is required.
I decided to use "Sorry for Sharing" for a number of reasons:
1) it perfectly translates the apologetic, self deprecating reaction I feel when expressing emotion, and combines it with the disregard I also wish to express at the same time
2) adding any sort of punctuation at the end can change the tone, leaving the title and the contents of my blog up to interpretation
3) it's sassy
All that being said, I can offer an answer to the question I asked myself when I thought of doing a blog. Did I need a blog? Did I need a place to cast my unsolicited, unneeded opinions out into the open? Did I need the ability to write without any real restrictions, and have other people read what I wrote? The answer: not at all. I didn't need to start a blog, and I didn't need to be able to post my stories, thoughts, rants, and rambles. I didn't need it, but neither did anybody else. The beauty of it is this: I don't need to write, but I can. And if anything can really be said about me, it would be this: I do whatever I want.