I thought I'd start a blog. It seems like a hip, young thing to do. And as I am just that-young and hip-I felt it was only a natural progression from facebook telling everybody what I was thinking to telling everybody what I was thinking directly. From the horses' mouth, as it were.
From the English Majors' mouth? That doesn't seem to carry as much weight. I wonder why? (answer: because we are full of all of the bullshit ever.)
Oh well.
One of the reasons I haven't gotten a blog before now is my complete inability to rant on the spot. I get about two paragraphs in and then lose steam. I guess I just haven't found anything that really gets me going yet. Or rather, anything that gets me going when I sit down to blog.
I feel like that's one of my problems right now: I don't have anything I can vomit out on command. Some blogs? They are about fishing. Others? About fashion. My blog has yet to be determined.
Maybe that's a good thing, though. Specialization is for insects, after all. Maybe it's better to go through life without proclaiming allegiance to any one hobby. I've never trusted anybody who has described themselves as a (verb)-er. Any verb. Especially at this age. This is the time to figure out what you want to do with your life; any attempt to pigeon-hole this early has got to be-except in very specific cases-a rash decision. The only thing most of us are qualified to be at this point is 'student.' Learn-er? Maybe. That's all we've been doing for most of our lives.
Still, it'd be nice to give myself over to a group of verb-ers. I know dancers and I know writers, I know skiers and I know horseback-riders. I know football players and I know climbers. They all seem very happy with what they've chosen to do. Maybe I would, too, if I could find my verb. Or maybe that would just be settling?
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