Hello, hello, testing. Checking to see if the microphone works. You give it a couple of rude taps, blow into it a little and even if you’re not sure if it really works, you decide to speak into the thing anyway. I’m not really using a mic. I just get the feeling like I’m about to address a crowd now that I’ve finally arrived at a blog page. Like an idiot who missed an obvious turn, I went through that whole friendster and facebook thing where they nudge, wink, poke and hug before I realized that I was looking for love in all the wrong places. Because I (are we allowed to begin a sentence that way?) wasn’t looking for love nor was I really looking for friends. Friends I have (but admittedly, do need more), and I do like the guys at work. They’re not zombies clocking in and clocking out, but they’re not exactly the car-poolers either. They’re nice and I’m going to leave it at that. Of course,you are going to need friends for any of this to make sense or you might as well be writing on toilet paper and then flush it down with all the other mess you’ve made. So what am I here for? If it’s attention I’m seeking then I could take my words to the streets, but I think all the street corners are booked full till next August by causes more justifiable than mine. Is it self indulgence? Very Possible. I remember an illustration I saw on the cover of a counseling magazine many years ago. It was a drawing of a man speaking into a microphone with the cords leading to his headphones. I don’t think that qualifies as playing to an audience of one. Now what I really hope is that even if I am hypnotized or be made to count back from a hundred, my reason for being here isn’t because I like to hear myself speak. But whether I do or do not like listening to myself, there is that strong chance that I might be in this pretty much alone. It does occur to me that that man in the illustration might actually be listening to himself because there is no one there to talk to. But hey, this is my first post here (though a variation of this appeared unvisited elsewhere), I should not be writing it’s last will and testament already.
So first things first, and first impressions count. But I, like most, believe in second chances. I hope I see you nice people again.