Anyways, this blog is the product of a gmail chat (Now can you remember a life before gmail chat? We can, but we'd prefer not to) with my friend whose name I will dutifully change to something that is else, which follows, excerpted, here:
friend: any creative writing i do is BAD
and self-absorbed
me: yeah i know
friend: its always emo thinly veiled autobiography about me and boys
me: well me too i mean
ME
it's like i can be funny and interesting when i write about other people's stuff but when it's about me i'm so fucking obnoxious!
friend: i know!
me: but seriously sometimes my really achieving friends bum me out and not [other sometimesfriend] where you feel bad while you're talking to him but then you're like I don't give a fuck if i've read all of freud or not after he finally leaves
but like, man why am i letting my youth and fertile creative years slip through my fingers?
friend: then DO it
i realized recently
that the reason people write novels
and i don't
is because i can't get over myself
to the point that i can edit my shitty writing
people who write edit and edit and edit until its good
thats what you have to do
you should totally do it
me: ugh. i usually just throw it out
friend: nope
gotta edit!
me: maybe i should write a blog. it's the ideal forum for the self-absorbed
ooh away message. lately i'm churning out some pretty good zingers
friend: thats what i do
its so fun
(blog)
away message is NOT a forum for your thoughts [writeapostcard]
me: haha
your [redacted] blog?
friend: uhuh
me: i thought that was mostly [friend's boyfriend]
do you write all that political stuff?
friend: uhuh
its mostly me
me: haha. i never realized how earnest you were
haha
it's okay though because it's good earnest and not annoying earnest
friend: she?
seee i mean?
i can't talk to people about it!
no one wants to hear it!
so i write about it in my blog
me: haha
pretty wonderful
i had a blog for a bit in high school but it was so emo it hurt
i tried to purge that shit out of the internet
friend: maybe you can make emo cool though [writeapostcard]!
Some time passes...
me: (i am reading your blaaaag)
(also your blog is okay because it is about IMPORTANT things while any blog I would write would spend inordinate amount of time on 1. the weather and how I do not like, regardless of temperature 2. my love life or lack thereof [possible culminating in an open invitation for potential make ou partners], and 3.my drinking, before during and after, continuously reiterating the arc of looking forward, enjoying, and regret, rinse and repeat.)
me: also be warned that if i do start a blog most of this conversation will probably be its first post
So here we are folks. I think the above is a fair warning for what is probably likely to intermittently follow.
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