minka

First Entry

Dear invisible people,

Tonight Brian set up a blog for me. So now I can finally attempt to write and figure out whether or not I'm full of shit. I like to think that I'm a good writer, but have written very little that was ever read by more than one person. Emails to lists don't count. Have you noticed that the hyphen in email has slowly drifted away? When did e-mail become email? When did everyone learn to draw the @?

So how does this blog thing work anyway? Is it possible to get too personal? I'm sure some people tell everything, but I am a private person, sort of. There are some things I can say and some I can't. In person anyway. I think I'm better on paper, or text. Maybe that's why most of my friends/boyfriends have started out as correspondants. Maybe it's because I don't trust people I don't know. Or, you know, people in general. Evil little bastards.

Futurama is on now and I'd rather watch that than write. Though I guess I've already started, I'm still wondering where to begin. How do you find an entry point for a life constantly in progress? It should be easy because I see my life as a novel or film, composed of chapters and scenes. I'm too much a product of my culture to know how to feel unless the feeling has been described for me, in detail on TV or a novel. Even then I find myself constantly disappointed by how little my reading and watching has prepared me for life. I'd think I would know better by now. Don't think I'm a pessimist though, I'm an optimist who's constantly disappointed. They're different things.

Does this make sense? I'm worried that my undistilled (or slightly distilled I guess) thought process will be nothing but a chore for others. But then, you don't have to read this.