Getting Started

So I have wanted to start a blog for sometime. In fact, I have started a couple of blogs, but generally my interest wanes after the first blog. I'm hoping this one will be slightly more successful than my previous attempts and if I make it past, let's say 5 blogs, then we can consider this a triumphant success. Not just a success, but a triumphant one. I'm pretty sure that's redundant but I'm too lazy to go back and fix it.

So here are a few reasons why I'm just now starting this blog. They will be in the form of a list because I like lists and you should, too:

1. Any time I tell a story somebody always points out that certain things could only happen to me. Such as: being part of a medical experiment; getting mugged and then convincing the guy to give me my license back; or the fact that my family hasn't decorated a Christmas Tree since the Marijuana Christmas Tree incident of 1997. I don't think it was until I got to college that I realized that my crazy family/growing up on a farm/late blooming/lack of social interaction set me apart from most other kids my age. At some point I decided I should write a book about my strange childhood because I might as well make money off of it. Unfortunately, I'm a slacker and I'm pretty sure I have ADD, and I crave instant gratification, so a blog seemed much easier.
   
2. Timing. I'm feeling abandoned and I think I'm using the internet to reach out and make new friends in a less-creepy way than craigslist or the Chinatown bus. (It's true, I made a friend on the Chinatown bus. She was really nice, but after she invited me to volunteer with her on MLK Jr. day, I realized we could never be friends. I mean, she was obviously a way nicer person than me and apparently spent her days off doing things for other people. I felt weird, slightly violated, and betrayed that someone I had such high hopes for becoming my new best friend, was in actuality, a good person.)

Crap, that's only two reasons. I think they're sufficient, right?