Let's Try This Out

...sayings of chairman meow

The Web is dead.  Maybe so, but everybody's got to have a blog.  In earlier days, girls used to keep diaries, places to write things down, to ponder, to reflect on things that aren't exactly SECRET, but should absolutely not be read by anybody that knows you.  Girls thus demonstrated that they are the superior sex.....were it not for that odd thing they do with used teabags in little dishes on the kitchen counter.

Looking back, boys (like me) would probably have benefited from taking some time to write things down too......helps with impulsiveness.

A few years ago, I had a blog.  Nobody read it, but I was happy just seeing my words in all that pre-formatted splendour, AVAILABLE for the world to read, and if they did not, it was THEIR loss.  Then I migrated to what is popularly called a "Social Network", but was promoted as a site for writers.  I am not a writer but imagine, if you will, the indignation among the site's literati when it became clear that the site was no more than the then-popular MySpace.

I was not so affected (using both definitions of the term) because I was merely learning to write, and imagine my surprise when, in fact, I finally got the nerve to "publish" something (that was their term, but now they call it, ahem, "sharing") and BINGO! I got a response..... "Nice writing," or something like that.  Well.

In my previous lifetime of obscurity, no one except English teachers ever bothered to read what I wrote, much less comment on its quality.  So that was pretty heady stuff..... I became, in my mind at least, like a celebrity, like a rock star (when rock stars were actually celebrities) and I played to my crowd.

I was a renaissance guy: writing, commenting, posting art, advice, making friends.... more friends than I ever hoped to have in real life.  I held court, BESTOWED my friendship (called "connections") to a select few, and began to cultivate those into that vague, anonymous, online personae thing that was full of delightful sexual tension.

And that was its downfall.  After about four years of partying in that post-literate crowd, it all came crashing down when my WIFE inadvertently discovered my secret wild online ways and suggested I quit it.

Which I DID.... for about a year.... but now, like the girl with the diary, I find this need to write anew, to SHARE, and perhaps to CONVERSE with complete strangers over my predicament.

Comments welcome.