A blog?!?

Maybe a week ago, it occurred to me that I might enjoy writing a blog. I'm still wary enough that I wouldn't call it "blogging," because that connotes both a seriousness and a dorkiness that I am not quite ready to broach. I suppose my dedication to this blogging thing will only be tested by time, or really the next week or so. I love the idea of writing and was inspired to start/continue keeping a journal after a conversation with Megan last week. Here's why I opted for blog:

I wouldn't say that I'm paranoid, but I certainly always worry that someone I might be talking about can hear me. In an aisle at CVS, I'll whisper unnecessarily about what a friend ate for lunch (even though I'll talk about my own nonsense on my cell phone anywhere that it's ok to talk on a cell phone). I'll write emails with extensive code names that take four times as many emails to explain. And even writing in my diary, there's always this concern that someone might come across it and might read it, either a nosy roommate/boyfriend or some day in the distant future when my life is inexplicably interesting to my great granddaughter or my biographer (just kidding about the biographer). But it's arrogant to write a diary with the knowledge that someone might read it, and wise to write a blog with that same foresight. So even though I have no plans to share this address with anyone (ever), I'm writing to my unseen and nonexistent audience, rather than "Dear Judy" or "Dear Diary." (Hello!)

I'm hoping to post about once a week on my thoughts on some topic, anything that's been on my mind. I'm thinking about starting in on long distance relationships but may instead opt for cooking lentils or something less touchy (especially because I might have accidentally linked this to my email account).

And since you, my dear faux readers, have clearly happened upon this blog, I hope you enjoy. It is, after all, in large part because of you that this blog exists at all.