Eight years ago, I started a blog. It was 2008 and seemed like an honorable past time for a college student who had no life. It was meant to be a blog where movies, music, TV and other pop culture ilk was reviewed and discussed because...well, it 2008 and everyone was doing it. Even if begun with pure intentions, this blog grew into something else; a dumping ground for my angst and/or negative behaviors and opinions. I kept with it until 2012. Shortly before my last few posts, I got my first full time job and my own apartment. I had no internet access and dragging my laptop to the library every week seemed like a hassle. So even with the promise that I "FULLY INTENDED" to keep up with it, I didn't.
And then Google changed its login rules (or some such shit) and I was unable to ever log in again. I didn't care, though. I was bored with blogging. So even though I wanted to delete it, I couldn't. But it's a common story. There are lots of abandoned blogs floating around. Boo hoo. Yes, boo hoo, indeed, because mine has hurt the person I care about most. When Tyler found that blog, I came to realize why I abandoned it and attempted to ignore it. It's written proof of things I regret doing and feeling. Even though I have tried and tried and tried and tried and tried to delete it, I can't. If I could, I would blow up the whole damn internet to get rid of this thing. But I can't do that either. I lack the technology and know how. But believe you me, I would in a heartbeat.
I posted 321 times over the course of five years on that piece of shit. The only way I can think of to rectify that is to post even more on this blog at a higher rate and with productive, positive things. So enough blathering. Get busy living or get busy dying.
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