This is the inaugural attempt at a blog. I guess in this first posting I should say something about myself, my interests, what I do, etc. This all seems like it will come out in the mix, however. If I write about what I honestly think and feel, rant about things I have an real beef with, and vow to let nothing stop me from expressing my opinion, then anyone who reads this will have a pretty good idea of who I am. Instead I am going to take this initial phase of spreading my glory over the world in a different direction. I am going to use my first blog entry to tell a story about the dangers of blogging...
In the time when the earth was still cooling and I was just starting out in college, better known as 1996, a friend of mine started what she called an "on-line journal." This seemed like a nifty idea at the time. She was a really good writer and quickly gathered a following of people who were web savvy by writing about the madcap misadventures of a bunch of college students in the South. Our field parties, our endeavors, and our love affairs were all documented and sent out to entertain. This is all well and good until those she was writing about started reading what she wrote. It's not that any of it was false, or posted in malice, but the mind does not like to be reminded of indiscretions and those things we do on impulse. This group of friends began to implode, arguments were started and friendships were lost. Worst of all, the girl who started it all with our praise and kudos was left with the blame, hurt, and guilt. I don't think she's ever really recovered from that episode. I would like to say that I stepped up and stood by her, rocking her through the night and telling her to never worry about shallow people. It has been my experience that we all are about at the same depth and it ain't very deep. I went off to do my own thing, as we all do, self-absorbed in my own life. I, however, was never very interested in the Internet other than a learning tool, more of a reader/experiencer than a builder/talker personality. I can say I was not one of the ones who blamed the messenger for their own indiscretions, so I stay fairly friendly with the girl. But, because of seeing what happened to her, I did vow never to write on the Internet.
That brings us to here... So what will I talk about? I have no problem saying that I am fallible. It has been shown to me time and time again. That’s what makes me interesting: my follies and vices. This is what might make me a perfect candidate for a blog. I am old enough now to realize that my friend was trying to live vicariously through other people in that early blog. She saw others as more interesting than herself, and she tried to use their stories to spread her glory over the world. The thing is that we all think other people are more interesting than we are because they are. Other people are unpredictable and scary, that makes them fascinating. The trick is to realize that I am a different person than you, the reader, so I don’t have to be anyone else to be interesting.
This blog will be about the Storm and I, the Ego inside of it, am nothing but one interruption. So, I plan to use this space to wax philosophic about the Storm, ranting at times but mainly try to entertain and figure some things out along the way. I do not promise to be always funny, or deep, or right. It will just be the thoughts of another Ego in the Storm.
That said, my name is Waide and I hope you keep reading. Please comment on anything you see here. I am always trying to evolve and input is what I need to keep evolving. Until next time.
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