So, apparently I needed a two month hiatus from blogging. Which, I’ll be honest, I did need. I was blogging a fair amount there, and though releasing thoughts and talking about my life and things going on in it can be cathartic and therapeutic, I do need to have my time of private and personal thought. Hence, a time away from blogging. Which now, clearly, is reversing by me choosing to blog again. Fancy that, eh?
I could go through all the things I’ve done since then, the people I’ve dated, the nights I’ve had…but those are for another time I think. I mean, I’ve got a few good stories as of late. Because, clearly, I always have good stories when involving nights, me, and dating. I mean…I have a memoirs worth at 26. Anyone who can begin to plan their memoirs at 26 with such hilarity and melancholy as myself clearly has stories in two months. I’d hate to say I’m some Tucker Max of the gay world…but that would mean I’d have to be a complete douche bag. Which, let’s be honest (and since I’m known for it in the store and is the running joke between me and my boss,) I’m just too damn positive to be Tucker Max’s gay doppelganger. Plus…imagine just how exhausting that would end up being. I do like sleep.
Ok, I won’t lie, reading that previous paragraph really makes me determined to start writing those memoirs down, actually. I’ve gotten plenty of chances to share these ridiculous stories I’ve experienced with friends. To which, I have been told countless times that I have to turn them into a collection of stories and experiences. Because, apparently, these types of stories don’t happen to other people. Now do other people have such aplomb in telling them.
To be fair, I doubt I could give these stories true justice when written. I believe that they really are given their true grit (I’ve always wanted to incorporate that phrase into my writing at some point. Go me) and life by my vocal delivery of them. The written word, for all it’s internal voice, doesn’t always seem to convey the quirks of each person. I mean, I’m sure it would do it some justice…just not full justice.
I have thought of creating a second blog to start my memoir writing process. Mostly to ensure that those people who read this blog that…might be a part of the memoirs…wouldn’t particularly know it was them. Until, ya know, the final book was published and I became famous from the crazy situations they were privy to. Yet, the downside of creating a different blog is that then I can’t share these stories with the friends and loyal readers (all four of you, I’m sure) who would benefit from such entertainment. I mean…my own self deprecation from these stories would definitely make for a good laugh. I won’t lie.
Hmm. I’ll have to ponder this further. There is so much potential to this line thinking. At that, I’m gonna finish my coffee, think hard about the gym, and then maybe go to it (I’ve been very unmotivated lately.) I’ll be back, soon. Since I’m now coming back to the blogosphere.
Much Love,
K.E.
