Monday, February 28, 2011

um...uh...

Dear Diary,
Today we had beef stew for dinner.  It is raining.

Friday, February 25, 2011

excuses, excuses

The reason i never create anything is because i don't know where to start..or maybe I'm just lazy. 

Take this blog for example...pretty sure this will be the only thing i ever post. 

As a kid i would receive gifts of those little books with the lock and key and "Diary" stamped on the front in gold foil. And because my head is a crazy place I would always think to myself "diary" equals "diarrhea" and therefore you were to empty yourself onto its pages.  Yeah, i know...i should have been medicated.

So I would crack it open, feel unsettled that it wasn't January 1st and one of two things would happen.  I would either set it aside vowing to save it until the next new year rolled around (and would immediately forget the plan and lose the book) or I would push past the OCD, open the book and start on the appropriate date.

Dear Diary,
I'm going to write in you everyday so that when I'm old and famous people will find you and know that i was a child prodigy and sell this for a million dollars.

Okay, so that is what would go on in my head but really the little lined page would look something like this:

Dear Diary,
Today we had tacos.

And a week later:

Dear Diary,
Today we had meatloaf. It is raining.

then maybe 4 or 5 months would go by:

Dear Diary,
Mommy is mean and i hate her.

No explanation but it probably had something to do with not letting me get my ears pierced or making me eat Spam. 

And that would be it...362 blank pages with crisp gold edges still pressed tight.
 
This would replay itself throughout my life...as a teen the entries would revolve around boys and the usual angst of the young and frustrated but still never more than two or three lines a year. 

Maybe i was too busy living to write about it, maybe i was just overwhelmed by those blank pages and my lack of anything meaningful to say...probably i was just lazy.