A Blog Can Be Worse Than An Inconstant Lover

In my years of surfing the World Wide Interwebs, I've learned a few valuable life lessons:

- Don't give out your name, address (home or e) or telephone number to your latest bff (best friend forever) whom you met on your favorite discussion board full of people you know and trust... you just might regret it.

- Don't hitch your only wagon to an amazing website, one that you check every day, because it just might go poof in the night.

- Blogs are like inconstant lovers. I know because I've had a few (inconstant lovers, not blogs) and I've been one (once again - an inconstant lover, not a blog) more times than I can count on both hands.

You'll know exactly what I mean by "inconstant lover" if you've ever waited for that phone call that doesn't come on Saturday afternoon or Saturday night or Sunday afternoon or Sunday night or Monday night or Tuesday night orrrrr Wednesday night.

So you find yourself living all day Thursday with that most terrifying of specters... Friday night - "Date Night" - just you and your parents, a lot of bad black and white teevee, and a box of kleenex. Love can be one of the worst things to find yourself "in". But then along comes Thursday night. And just when you've finally decided that he's not worth the torture.... "brrrrring brrrrring brrrrring" (you intentionally wait three rings before answering just to make him suffer THE WAY YOU DID AAAAAALLLLL WEEK!!!!) Of course we're talking about the 50's and 60's, long before answering machines and long before a girl could just pick up the phone and make the call herself.

Anyway, the phone finally rings, and answer you do, and go out you do, and kiss you do and lo and behold, where do you end up? Saturday afternoon again. Alone. Waiting by the phone. I've done (by "not being home"), and been done by in this cruelest of manners. This can be seen in one of two ways: 1) I gave as good as I got or 2) I deserved to suffer for doing it to some other poor tender-hearted soul.

What does all this have to do with blogs?

Nothing.

Then again, depending upon how inconstant an individual blogger is and depending upon how much you like/love a blog... unless the blog owner learns to be constant and dependable, you just might feel a little pang when you go there only to find that it's Saturday night and no call, Sunday night and no call etc...

I can just barely stand the guilt of having a blog. I thought I'd suffered for my selfish inconstant nature enough. I thought all that inconstant behavior business was in the past. And then I started a blog... only to find that my brain has short-sheeted me and I'm once again inconstant.

I may post once a day or week or month. I think there's a way of being notified if a new post appears. Or maybe there isn't. Not sure. See how cold and selfish I am? If I weren't such an inconstant cad, I'd take two minutes to find out and tell you here.

This is my first blog. And I do value every single person who takes the time to read it. Thank you. Seriously. I was just trying to be clever with all that other junk up there.

However, the fact remains that I'm not going to be very dependable for a while. I have lots of things I want to write about. Lots of topics. It's the work, the actual writing, that trips me up. So it's kind of like that awesome pair of shoes I found at the thrift store... ok, they were two sizes too big but they were awesome! So what if I can't walk across the room without tripping three times?

This blog is two sizes too big for me. But I'll grow into it, I swear I will.