Who are you?

It has all happened to us.  You see someone on the street that you met in passing, at a party or somewhere else, you might have talked briefly before or maybe it was a just a "and this is my boyfriend so and so."  You get there attention and say hi and they don't remember you or act like you have never me.

Now I am not saying that they have to remember you but the thing that I hate is that look that says, "That was random.  How should I remember that time we met?  I don't busy myself with such things.  You are weird for remembering me.  How dare you."  No, how dare you sir, excuse me for thinking you were interesting enough to remember us speaking even if it was just a brief encounter.

Granted, it does get awkward when I start remembering every little detail ("I really liked that shirt you had on...."), or whatever.  But, in my opinion people should feel flattered in these instances, nobody is important enough to feel put off by having someone else want to make you feel special by remembering an experience they had with them no matter how small.

3 days, 2 posts

Initially starting this blog, three days ago, I told myself I would post at least once a day, already blew that one.  I am going to be terrible at this, I don't even have internet in my apt (which I like? I think?), my mind is very fleeting, and my social media skills are ok at best if it was still 2005 ("well ya see it's like myspace but different")  But, I do feel like I have things to say so how does this work?  I think the end game here is I am going to drive myself crazy trying to make sure I seem funny.

I'm ok with that.

First and Foremost

So, a little while back I was encouraged to start a blog, by my girlfriend, because she feels, as I do too, that I have a voice that needs to be heard.  Let's say, an interesting take on things.  So I thought, "ya know what, I do have a voice.  I've seen some stuff, I've done a few things, I've got things to say darn it."  Then time passed, I forgot about it, I'm lazy, I doubted myself, I am a horrendous writer, I have a hard time talking about myself, not to mention I don't have a single original thought that runs through my brain, like right now I'm thinking, "Who and what should I model this after?  Who do I think is funny and intelligent and how should I try and write slash sound like them?"

Why would anyone want to hear what I have to say?

But now, I thought I'd just dive in.  As someone from the southern part of the states, spending most of my life living in small college towns, being exposed to a very limited narrow scope of a lifestyle, and now knotching over a year spent in Brooklyn, I would say I do have an outlook on certain things and situations.  So here it goes, first post:

I really love pizza, like a lot.  It might be the best food of all time.  I could eat it three meals a day and then have cold leftovers at night.

Thanks Melissa