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Too Many Strings

So there is a theory, not sure whose theory, that a person can only be active in up to three online communities at a time.

The same is probably true for blogs.

I have two main blogs that I use, one here and one at mitziyoung.com. The other is for the off chance that I should some day need a “professional” blog. The idea being the posts on the other site be more thoughtful and insightful than say, the video I posted earlier of “God Gave Rock And Roll To You”. So far though, the content is basically the same there as it is here. Although I actually posted more about Lost there than here.

I also have a Twitter account that I update daily and a Tumblr that I update more frequently than the blogs and less frequently than the Twitter. The obvious reason for this being the length of content and ease of posting. Twitter is fast and easy. Tumbler is just as easy, less fast. Blogging is the kind that likes to play hard to get.

Anyway, all of this you probably knew before (not about the accounts but about the ease of posting, etc.) I’m thinking the best way to do things now is to post here daily – or at least attempt to. I think I tried several 365 projects and they’ve all failed. Well, in the sense that I failed them. Really the easiest 365 project for me is Twitter.

Anything worth cross posting to the professional site will get reposted but this will be my daily journal, my dear diary – with discretion seeing as how this space is still pretty public. There is always the password lock entry feature, but what fun is that? Secrets aren’t fun unless more than one person knows it.

So there we go. Most days I won’t be able to think of anything to write, so maybe I’ll just post some links or pictures from today’s internet fodder.

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On the topic of: blogs

There are a few blogs a follow that are for the most part “personal” blogs. And I do this because… these people are kind of hilarious. I mean, they’re posts are really amusing and I look forward to reading them even though they are strangers (yeah, does that make me creepy?). And once done I think to myself “Man, I wish I could write like that.”

You’d think it would be easy. You’d think if you can make people laugh in real life then writing a personal blog that is actually funny should be no problem at all. The problem is, it IS a problem. Not sure why but I don’t think my writing is ever that funny.

Then the thought occurred to me that maybe they aren’t actually personal blogs. Maybe they are humor blogs. They are TRYING to be funny and not writing about real things that happen to them!

I am Jack’s sudden realization to Zero The Ghostdog that “they’re trying to hit us!”

Who is to say that amusing story did/didn’t actually happen? Who would know?

So maybe that’s what I will do. Telling stories is about making something ordinary into something fantastical, right? So is blogging then.

Suckerssss.

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Constructive Criticism Sold Here!

Recently I’ve noticed a number of close friends, minor acquaintances, and friends of friends who have been either getting engaged, getting married, having babies, buying homes, moving in together, etc. and being surrounded by all of this I can’t help but be aware of my age and thinking “What the hell am I doing?”

If you know me, you know that I am not in any way a babymaker or homemaker. I’m not saying I want to settle down, get married, buy a house and start raising a family. Not right now anyway and for some of those things possibly not ever. I guess I just feel like everyone around me is moving through life and I’m just… not.

The silly part is that I’ve always told myself, and others, that I believe everyone works on their own time line and that things happen to everyone when they should happen (not bad things but you know, “things” in general). Despite my personal philosophy though, it’s hard to not notice when the life timelines of everyone else seems to be on the same track and mine is just not.  It’s sort of like knowing you can’t attend a party but feeling a little left out because you didn’t receive an invitation. Which, of course, is irrational and totally stupid.

It makes me wonder if maybe, possibly… there’s something wrong with me.

I know what you’re thinking, “What?! NO! There’s nothing wrong with you. That stuff will happen to you too, it’s just not happening right now.” Or maybe you’re not thinking that at all and you’re actually thinking, “Yeah I can think of a few things wrong with you but I can’t tell you because that would be rude of me.” Of course all my friends are nice. They are decent people and they like me, so they would never think of telling me about the qualities about me that they dislike. So what I really need is to find someone to tell me what is wrong with me. There must be a person who can offer these services, right? Actually, I think that lady from Millionaire Matchmaker could probably do that, but she comes with a pretty hefty fee, the kind of money that I don’t have.

So if you’re reading this, and you’re my friend, next time I say something along the lines of: “What the hell is wrong with me?” You should definitely tell me. Think of it as doing me a favor.

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Another Door Closes

It’s over now. I am sad (but also relieved). I am sad because he was something different than anyone/thing I have ever had before and there is a fear there that I will never get someone like him again. I realize this is a superficial and irrational thought, still it’s there and it’s an honest thought.

Silly fears, silly worries, silly things I can’t change. But what makes this time different than any other time I’ve had before? Nothing really. Everything works the same way, the details are different but the motions (as in the motions one would go through) are all the same. I’ll be fine and this will be just another memory to add to the barrel of ones that didn’t work out. And therefore rational thought tells me I shouldn’t let it bother me too much.

I didn’t want it to end but then does anyone ever want things to end? I suppose in special circumstances, yes, but generally when people meet someone they really like they wan to keep that person around for as long as possible.

No, I think now I am mainly sad because I lost something that had the potential to be low maintenance. Something very easy. Mild. Which was all I wanted for once. It seems hard to come by nowadays.

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Level 27

I am now the ripe old age of 27. I bought a new faux leather jacket this weekend. I’m going to apply for my own passport soon. I feel like an adult now.

So I set up a dinner and drinks event for my birthday this year. Pictures can be found here. Ashima ended up booking a flight the morning of my birthday and flew down from SF for the weekend. We had a slumber party with Jamie that night after the bar and dinner hijinks. Had a girls day out on Sunday which included brunch, shopping, cupcakes and dinner.

In other news,  my friend Darren twittered the other day that he was looking into pet relocation services since he is thinking about moving to London and needs to get his Pancake over there. I eagerly volunteered myself for that service. I hope I actually get to go to England this year. I’ve never been to Europe and this seems like the perfect opportunity. I’m finally in a place where I actually might be able to afford it and would have someone to hang out with. So yeah. I’m quite excited about the possibility though nothing is for sure yet. I looked into passport services since I’m pretty sure mine is now expired. I’ve never applied for my own passport before.