State of the Block: Themes
So one of the endgames for this blog is to publish it. Not officially or anything. But after college graduation I’d like to sit down for a week or two, go through all of it, pick out the good posts, edit them, then self publish a nice little hard copy of my time in college. It won’t be a cohesive plot like I always insist upon, but it will be a collection that tells about my time in college. That’s why this is a text based blog, by the way.
Last year I wasn’t very happy, at least at the start, and because I couldn’t go to the old haunts I’d visit back home when I was feeling down, the blog became the place I’d go to. I’d just sit down and write and try to pour everything I was hating about myself into this so I could move on with other things.
Then things got better. I was doing more, I had stopped being an idiot, and I kept the blog going. But I started to worry that the happiness didn’t translate. I was so used to the BBOC being a place where I was sad and angry that I seemed to only return to it to write sad and angry things. What if those recollections were the only ones I had to look back on at college. I find, like many people, I would imagine, that it’s much easier to be a better writer when you’re moody. It’s easier to write well about pain than to write well about joy.
This year, I started putting up more quotes and shorter posts. These mini-vignettes if you will are things that may not be fleshed out enough to have connections to way back when and a proper theme, but they prove that everything was not terrible. In fact, most of it makes me feel unbelievably lucky.
This gets a State of the Block because yesterday I was walking to Dominos with Mary and Matt, showing them a couple quotes of themselves, and realized that my next post would be my thousandth.
Later that day Mary was appalled that I’d thrown out the pizza, and that got several quotable posts. Only that night did I realize that one of them must have been the 1000th.
My old initial reaction would’ve been disappointment. I would’ve wanted something profound and representative of the whole blog. But I couldn’t have been happier. It is representative. It is meaningful. Mary yelling at me about throwing out cold left over pizza is exactly what this is all about.
Happy 1000th everybody.
