Losing my blogging virginity

Hmm.. so this is the world of blogging. I guess I'm trying it out like you try on a pair of pants. No, more like a jacket. Pants are harder to try on. You have to get a changing room, take off your shoes, sometimes even change belts. Nope, this is more like trying on a winter jacket in the fall when you're just wearing a sweater and the jacket just slides on, the silk liner in the sleaves smoothly stroking your finger tips until your hands pop out and it's on.

I guess my first impression is that this is a pretty rad jacket. It's not something I'd normally wear, but I like the way it feels on. Still the whole aspect of exposing one's self forces the metaphor, and I'm not quite comfortable owning this particular jacket yet, at least in the conventional sense, or according to my initial impressions as to what I was supposed to do with this particular jacket. Maybe this is a jacket that you don't even wear, but just throw over your shoulders. Maybe it's supposed to be wrapped around the waste, or used strictly in disguise outfits.

My feelings towards blogging are changing as the more I write the more I begin to hold on to the jacket, the more I grow fond of it and leave behind my attitudes I held when I started writing. But that's the thing with trying something on, it feels different than it looks on the rack. The self-exposing part, or diary entry aspect of blogging is what I first thought would be wierd. I can never spell wierd. Is it weird or wierd? It should be both, because it would still be pronounced the same, right?

Maybe blogging is more about sharing ideas, or self-expression, or jokes, or to paraphrase Will Farrell's character in 'Old School' when he's talking about what a waitress' undies could be like, "something really cool that I didn't even know existed" when in therapy with his wife. Yes, I'm certain blogging can be worn anyway one likes.

But maybe I'm too conventional. I have to put my arms through the sleaves and shroud my shoulders, maybe sometimes pop the collar, even though the possibilities of the jacket's use could be endless. Disappointing my self-image of the courageous innovator/non-conformant I wrestle with the urge to spew my daily routine and expose my muses to the universe on my mundane habitudes. I must. I can resist no longer.

So I woke up around eleven today, but this feels wrong, for blogging could be so much more, it could be so much more experimental, it's a waste to spew, yet I must continue.. I watched a movie today! And some TV! And I took a ride on the tram and saw a friend, and drove home, and surfed the net, ate some ice cream and at around one AM before going to bed, I lost my blogging virginity to a metaphor about a jacket!

Unlike some other first time experiences, I did enjoy it, am satisfied with my performance, and am unlikely to attempt to repeat the feat in the near future.

Rock on!