Him: You ok?
Me: Just thinking ’bout last summer.
Him: What about?
Me: (laughing) I feel free again.
Him: (disgusted) Don’t get all emo on me, dude.
It’s been exactly a year since I’ve started blogging. Had a different blog for a few weeks before I turned to this one.
Started it all because I was bleeding so much electronic ink anyway back then. Somehow, it’s morphed into what you see now.
Been in a good mood lately because I’ve had some time to reflect on the year. I wonder what my life would have been like if the ex and I stayed together – I think we’d have bits of happy with shades of miserable.
If we stayed together, though:
- I never would have met Somena or L, (both of whom I met in bars – weird). I also wouldn’t be so chatty with KGBetty, Hazel or Nadi. With them plus new girls like Burn, I’ve got an awesome set of female friends.
- I probably wouldn’t see the Zu Boys, Giovanni, Bryson, Hipstomp, Captredstar, Sheridan, Paul or any of the other guys nearly as much.
- I wouldn’t have dated all the people I’ve dated – dunno if that’s good or bad. I’d probably have more scratch but less interesting stories.
- I would never have dated the girl with blue jean eyes, which, for all it’s ridiculous drama, I still think of fondly. I should tell you that after we broke up, I got hooked on mac’n cheese cause of her.
- I wouldn’t have gotten into photography.
- There’d be no 72nd to Canal.
- I wouldn’t know the joy that is aged dark rum on the rocks with a slice of orange.
- I would have died having only kissed 10 women in my life – huh…
- Probably still be driving my ride.
- Harold’d still be a salad buffet.
Mostly though, I wouldn’t have this blog. You wouldn’t be reading me; I wouldn’t be writing this.
There’d be no you and me.
Funny thing is: I intended to only write this for a year, at most. Figured I’d run outta things to say to the three people that read me if I posted, say, every two days or so.
Now, I look forward to these daily conversations with you. Like I said, 8.2 million people but few connections.
Check it out: just for now, we’ve traveled through time (I wrote this before you read it) and space (I’m here, you’re there) and we’re connected. Writing is more than just words strung together – writing is telepathy.
You may think I’m vain, a womanizer, a hypocrite, awesome, humble, self-involved, brilliant, stupid, what-have-you,
The very last thing said at the end of this 80s flick called Heaven Help Us is by Ed Rooney. After everything, he’s a shampoo boy at a Bensonhurst hair salon, where the hours suck, the pay sucks, and I’m surrounded by ‘funny guys’, but the tips are great! Thank you, God!
It’s sucked a lot from there to here but I don’t think it could have played out any differently, or better, really.
One last movie quote. In You’ve Got Mail, Kathleen writes to Joe:
The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.
I’m not on the other side yet, but I think I’m on my way.
Without getting too emo, thank you, very much, for reading me.
I’ll keep writing…
Thank you, God.
Location: here, telling you something important to me
Mood: grateful
Music: I’ll be back in the high life again
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