Thinking Out Loud Yet Again

July 18, 2001

Well, when my reserve supply of material hit the six-day mark, I kinda got introspective. I know, I know, There I go thinking again.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having this stuff here and it gives me a cool sense of accomplishment that I don't get nearly often enough at work. But it's not quite turning out how I'd planned it.

I originally kicked around the idea of having a Spinnwebe-esque set of categories for readers to search on. So if you only wanted to see things about my car, for example, you could. It's a good thing I didn't, because an overwhelming majority of these things would wind up being under the heading of "Things That Piss Me Off."

That's not cool -- I don't really think of myself as someone who's prone to bitch about every little thing. But I'm doing just that. Sure, some of them are kinda funny, or maybe you agree with some of them, but taken as a whole I sound like a festering ball of anger, and that just isn't the person I am.

At least, I don't think it is.

It's weird -- I joke around and laugh with my coworkers, I go out drinking with my friends, and aside from some gripes about my job I'm basically happy. So why is there so much negativity in my writing? Does something in my brain think you'll enjoy a rant about idiot drivers more than a quote like "Is that brass ass suitable for mounting?" (Don't ask -- it's a long story involving beer.)

I don't know how easily I'll be able to change the tone around here. After all, I didn't set out to do it this way and look how it's turned out so far. But as you read these remember that, regardless of how it may seem here, I really am a fairly well-adjusted 24-year-old single man living in a middle-sized city in the Northeast. Even when I bitch about yinzer drivers, and road construction, and my job, and looking for an apartment, and...

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