Let Me Know Your Enormity and My Tininess
My words are my soldiers and they will rise up off the screen and march down onto your keyboard, across your desk, right onto your lap if need be, proud and brave. They will loyally follow my command, regardless of the direction in which I lead them. Whether they choose to attack you, assuage you, or regale you with snark and wit depends solely on my dictatorial decision. Patronizing or praising, condescending or commending, alliterative skills or no, what you read here is me. But it is not all of me.
Maybe you read this daily bunk and think, I know this girl. Or, I want to meet this girl. Or, this girl is full of shit. It doesn't matter. Just because you read this, well...in the wise, wise words of Nikki from Save the Last Dance: that don't mean you know me.
This is, after all, a public forum, and while I am publicly hilarious, I'm often privately quiet and introspective. Sometimes I find myself surprised that I have made it as far as I have, done as much as I've done, and retained so many friends. It's strange; I rarely find myself alone, yet my center gravitates to people who need me more than I need them. I pull and pull at myself so that I can try to know people less superficially. I try to temper my independence; I want to be part of your life. But this isn't a diary with a lock and key, tucked snugly between mattress and box spring. And communication becomes work when it isn't glib and distracted. It's difficult to both mean what you say and say what you mean.
So here I'll stick to what I know. This blog makes no pretense of being an epic tour de force. What I find funny may also be amusing to you, or you may just think "God, what a tard she is". Either way, you get a part of me and I get something in return. Not in the form of comments, since my readers are men and women of few words, apparently. But knowing someone's interested in those tiny glimpses into my life makes this whole exhibitionist/voyeur thing we have going worth it.
See you on the weekend flip side. I'll have lots to report. Promise.
*Rodney White's signs are such eye candy.
posted by shelleycoughlin at 4:26 AM
3 Comments:
"They will loyally follow my command, regardless of the direction in which I lead them. Whether they choose to attack you, assuage you, or regale you with snark and wit depends solely on my dictatorial decision."
Nicely put, NPW. I always enjoy reading your grammatically coherent and clever musings, even if I do fall into the category of reader that thinks you are "a tard".
5:56 PM
You've hit upon the paradox of a certain style of blogging, or narrative non-fiction in general. If anyone seems truly interested, and most people are not, I tell them, my blog is not about me, it is about a persona that just happens to share my name. My unsolicited advice is to just put it out there and hope that your readers are smart enough to filter and understand that what they're getting is an incomplete portrait before they pass judgement.
1:06 PM
A- I'm nothing if not grammatically coherent.
Cupcake- So true. But you give my readers a lot of cred that they're "smart enough" or have the ability to "filter" anything I write.
Although, actually, I don't even know who reads this. Could be I'm just writing for the 3 people I know. And myself.
11:12 AM
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