I have been blogging, in one form or another and with varying success, since 1998. (One day I will get all my archives in one place. For now, this only goes back to August 2003. I know, I suck.) When I began, no one read it and I wrote whatever I wanted. In the early years, when I realized that my friends had begun to read things, I occasionally wrote pointed remarks if I was angry or upset, knowing full well that the person they were meant for would read it — talk about being passive-aggressive! This is something I do not recommend.
Despite all my mistakes, I have kept blogging because I enjoy it. I’m even in a running club for bloggers, which seems crazy to me and yet I love it. (Though my blog has never really been about running. It’s about my life, and running is just a part of that.) Two of the Houston Running Bloggers have hung up their keyboards in the past couple days; they are tired of sharing, and maybe just tired of blogging. I read the words of others who say they feel pressure to blog, and can understand why people quit. I’ve never felt that way. I like blogging because it’s fun, because it’s a way to let those who live far away keep up with what I’m doing, because it’s a way to record my thoughts, and because I can type way faster than I can write in a diary by hand!
If people read it, that’s fine. If they don’t, that’s fine too.
There are rules, of course, to blogging. In my mind, there are three biggies:
+ Don’t write anything that you wouldn’t want anyone to read. As a sub-rule, don’t write anything that you wouldn’t want even one specific person to read, because it’s guaranteed that the one person you don’t want to read it will find it.
+ Don’t write about work. I am fully aware that I break this one more often than I should.
+ Don’t write about your love life. For a while, this one was really not a problem since my love life was pretty boring. Lately though, it’s undergone a definite improvement. (And right now, what you’re reading, is the only time that I even remotely intend to give this topic any discussion for at least the near future.)
I met a guy, his name is Jose, we’ve been dating for a few months. I’m a cynic/skeptic/pessimist/fatalist — choose your adjective — about these things, and for a while it took every bone in my body and every bit of willpower I could muster to resist the instinct to run. Who knows where it’s going or what the future holds, but right now I like him and things are good. Really good.
I decided to officially mention him here for two reasons. First of all, it is starting to feel strange to not mention him. But really, I just wanted to share the following two lovely photos that Becca took with my camera up at the Flying Saucer last night at Yuri’s Night. I am going to show this whenever someone asks me what Jose looks like:
And he can show this one:
Aren’t we both just so attractive?
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P.P.S. I also reserve the right to delete this entry entirely.