I'm sitting here in bed, staring at the harsh white of my computer screen. I sat down to start my blog (I know, only about five years late to the party) and I realized that only fragments were popping into my brain. Fragments, not sentences. I suppose that should be the first reason I start this blog. It's becoming harder for me to write sentences since I've been out of college. I blame Facebook. I won't even blame the stupid character count of Twitter, since I'm only on Twitter to follow Conan O'Brian. Nope, I think it's Facebook. I've gotten too comfortable with the prefix "Molly ........" Thank you, Facebook, for training my brain to write only half-sentences.
The second reason I'm starting this blog is because I'm a little tired of throwing away emo journals. I hung onto my journal writing for years. Actual journal writing, that is, with a pen and paper. What usually ends up happening with that pre-bedtime activity is emo-writing. I know that no one else will ever see what I write in that journal. For me, it's more free than posting every thought I have on the Internet. I can write down every insecurity inside me and I'm not accountable to anyone for it. Of course, that sounds awesome. But in reality, I usually end up falling asleep in a depressive, wallowing, it-doesn't-matter-what-I-do-nothing-will-ever-happen-for-me state of mind. So this is my "someone may actually read this shit" blog. Hopefully, it will help me avoid becoming Bridget Jones, because...come on, bitch is annoying.
Finally, I've got so many stories and memories I want to save. Really, I've got some great stories. This will give me not only a cemented place to save them, but I also get to share them. I want to talk about my cats. I want to talk about my family. I want to talk about this punk 9 year-old on XBOX Live who thinks college kids party by "drinking Mtn. Dew! Going outside...having sex!" That's a direct quote. I want to tell my stories. And I also want to chronicle what's going on with me right now. In the next few months, my boyfriend and I are moving into our first apartment together. This isn't just a "want-to" for me. I feel like I HAVE to write this down. I don't want to forget anything. I'm at a point in my life where I know that in 10, 20, 30 years, I'm going to look back to this moment, this time, and think it was some of the best times. I can recognize that now, so it MUST be written. I'm setting myself up for failure here. I know that most nights when I get home from work all I feel like doing is having a bowl of cereal and watching The X-Files. My biggest motivation for wanting to become a regular blogger is my stories. I have to preserve them. Maybe someone else will get a kick out of them, too.
