Currently, I'm considering what to include in this blog post. My first blog post. My people-never-forget-first-impressions-what-will-the-readers-think blog post. Three sentences in and it's dawned on me that the readers won't think anything. They will direct their gazes toward worthwhile elsewheres where thoughts have not yet been compacted in a social-conscious digestive system that only churns out different variations of the same thing (yeah, I'm pretty sure that was a metaphor about poop).
What I'm trying to say is, why do I care? This blog is MINE. It's SUPPOSED to be about ME. Not about making a particular impression, appealing to a specific audience, some third example that makes this sentence feel complete.
It feels oxymoronic (or maybe just moronic) that writing for myself about whatever I want might possibly maybe be more daunting than writing with a concrete goal or specific reader in mind. I just graduated from college. Maybe I feel a void where a check-plus used to be. I think being an adult has something to do with being your own check-plus-giver. Or feeling like a check-plus on the inside despite the fact that none hang on your refrigerator...and that you don't actually own your own refrigerator.
I feel the weight of responsibility to derive meaning from my own experiences. I see the space to create experiences worth deriving meaning from. I just wonder if flailing around is the most effective use of that space.
Luckily, I have the luxuries of time, a paying job, post-summer plans, parents who have yet to kick me out of the house, a house I have yet to want to be kicked out of, and a TON of ideas. The materials are here. If I mess around long enough, something good is bound to happen, right?