Oh, I know that I am not the first ding-dong to think her ramblings make a difference.
It started out as an innocent experiment and snowballed into an exercise in full frontal disclosure. Miraculously, it’s still standing.
No one could have predicted that someone so schooled in inconsistency would make a habit of posting every day about things that most people just live through but never record. It would be a way to document what was going on during the days so that when I looked back I could say “Oh my, I had completely forgotten about this/that/the other”.
Or at least that’s what I told myself.
Then I started to like it.
I could vent my frustrations and failures as a parent, a wife and a human being and purge the running stream of conciousness commentary out of my brain and onto a computer screen, hit publish and it was gone. I didn’t have to think about it over and over.
I even have an alias. Only three people I know of who live my everyday life with me know that I write this blog.
My MOTHER can never know.
She would come at me with everything she’s got like a rabid mongoose headed for a den of snakes.
Not that it will ever make much of a difference in this big bad world. The people I rail against will still continue to befoul all our souls without punishment and I’ll still be click clacking away on my laptop about it lost in my own little dream world not having changed anything.
But the more people you meet out here the more you realize the world is mostly a welcoming place. People are inherently kind and supportive and will do a sistah a favor even if they have never met the “actual” you.
So what if a few of them turn out to be parolees masquerading as moms with toddlers, who are we to judge?
99% qualify as super good eggs with interesting things to say and wildly different takes on a variety of subjects, each equally fascinating.
There are those who will go on to write novels, star in movies, become famous for their stunning rack of boobage, rob banks, see the world, or go to prison. Then others like myself will stay put, happy where they are and loving every minute of it.
So, for whatever reason you may blog, I raise my cup of coffee to you (fuck you, it’s ten in the morning here okay?) and say that it’s perfectly okay to have fun and let it all hang out because there are others who are of like mind.
That and you couldn’t possibly talk about your bits more than Elly does.
Seriously. You can’t outdo her.
She’s sort of a legend.