I haven’t posted anything that was actually written in awhile. I’ve relied on Instagram posts and reblogs to tell the story of what has been interesting and interested me lately. Meanwhile, it’s been relatively awesome past week or so for me. In this short time, I caught, fought and triumphed over yet another bout of strep throat, muddled through several dangling projects at work, managed a record-setting youth event for our local Pride celebration and checked out the revisionist-history flick: Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (really cool movie—I’ll definitely be saying more about this in a future post).
Through it all, a lesson I’ve learned by not micro-chronicling all of this is that life is just as much about what you share as it is about what you don’t; and I haven’t given the things I don’t share a fair chance to shine.
Up until now I was left with the impression that a good (subjectively speaking of course) blog captured life moment by moment. Like all novice bloggers, you learn quickly that nobody doing anything actually worth sharing has the time to constantly and consistently write fanciful entries about what went on. You walk a fine line between doing something and explaining what you were doing, how you felt doing it, the emotions and memories conjured by the doing and the possible benefits and consequences (real or imagined) as a result of the doing. The best you can hope for is to capture the highlights and have faith that the people who even care to know what’s going on with you understand what the hell you’re talking about. (This oddly reminds me of a friend of mine who once proudly boasted that he’d never need a blog because all the experiences he would ever consider blogging about he had done with the only people who would have read it.)
So my version of capturing the highlights morphed into a habit of only wanting to write when I was feeling “some kinda way”. I figured a chronicle of the things that knotted my emotions up would serve as a cautionary tale for my future self on how to avoid, deal or move along. However, a problem with this kind of thinking is that you quickly end up with a blog full of musings about being pissed off, fucked up or just generally out of it with nothing to say about the good times and the good things that have happened to you. If this is supposed to be a guide for the future, where will I go to remember what the good things looked and felt like? The unfortunate truth is, at least for me, it’s harder to write about the good than the bad. I’m too busy trying to prolong the euphoria of good things to be bothered with writing a post about it.
Here’s to bringing the positive things going on out of the footnotes.