I'm Everything I've Ever Hated...

I've finally gone and done it.

I've created a blog.

It's something I said I'd absolutely never do. And yet somehow, here I am. Or rather here you are if you're reading this...

The first question I had to ask myself is why on earth am I doing this? At first, I liked to think it was for a noble purpose - I could raise awareness for some valiant cause. I could post my praise of all things great. Unfortunately, the more I thought about it the reasons became less and less noble... I would improve my writing? Get less sleep? Let curious loved-ones know what I'm up to? Waste even more time checking WhiskeyMilitia on my otherwise crap computer? Frankly, these reasons sucked and they only got worse as time went on...

To get to the bottom of this seemingly ridiculous new idea, I thought about what I generally hate about blogs in the first place. First off, I always wondered, Who do you think cares so much about what you ate for breakfast or Why you hate the Counting Crows? The boring monotony of day-to-day life seems hardly worth romanticizing online for millions (or in this case, seven heck maybe eight on a good day) people to read. I don't even like keeping a journal for the embarrasing entries that years later inevitably make you think, "what the @!%^ was I thinking when I wrote this?!". It was at this point in my pondering that it occured to me that I do have a few blogs I read and find entertaining/enjoyable. Maybe, I thought, the very creation of a blog inherently makes life more interesting. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy! Life gets better by virtue of my wasting time to write about it!

But alas, no. That wasn't it.

Upon further examination, I came to the sad sorry conclusion that I just really liked the idea of having an entire corner of the internet devoted solely to moi. Never mind that I was the author and finisher of said pathetic little page. The idea that there could finally be something out there with the sole purpose exploring the intricacies of yours truly was too tantalizing (and this is where most of you will stop reading...). I've always liked to envision myself as a simpleton. Humble. Docile. Gentle. I aspire to one day be most aptly described by the mother of all adjectives - self-effacing. Heck, my own freakin' NAME is Meek. But at the end of the day, I'm really more accurately described as a narcissist. I realized the real reason this blog exists is pure, unadulterated self-adoration.

And there it is.

Maybe the whole reason I always shunned the idea of a blog is to help in the repression of that painful fact. Or maybe I was just too lazy. Either way, here it is in all its shining glory. I'd like to think this post hopefully isn't both the first and the last, but only time will tell. I'd also like to hope even harder that someone sometime will actually read this...

Either way, I still win.