This.is.my.first.blog.post. Huzzah!

I have never wanted to blog, actually, or to be responsible for or even associated with a blog. My reasons for this are many, but they basically boil down to the things I fear about myself, based on the blogging I see others do.

1) I am afraid that I will just write a public diary. Private diaries are bad enough, or at least mine are. I have never written a personal journal entry that did not make me want to erase not only the pages themselves but the actual event of having written on them from the annals of human existence. The whining! The self-pity! The self-doubt so paralyzing even I don't see the sense in it (and it's my self-doubt we're talking about)! With a blog, if I turn tearful and drippy or wax faux philosophical, people will know.

1b) ...or perhaps worse yet, they won't know. Because who would follow me? But here I threaten to digress into terrible diary territory. I must move on.

2) I am not only afraid but feel pretty certain that I do not have post-upon-post worth of ideas that others would benefit from reading. I'm not saying "I have nothing to say" -- I prove that statement wrong every day, by talkingandtalkingandtalking. And I'm a professional with a reasonably unusual life; I do have things to say. But I'm pretty sure I do not have visionary observations or side-splitting humor that makes it worthwhile for some follower -- really? "follower"? -- to let the mac-and-cheese burn because they just.can't.stop.reading.

Still, I am happy to fulfill this requirement for my class and...I suppose you never know.

In the meantime, go check on dinner. I think your noodles are boiling over.