Ah, blogging. It's always had a reputation of being a territory for self-righteous activists and bored housewives. (No offense to the world's homemakers. My mother serves in this noble force.) Don't get me wrong, I've blogged in the past. In fact it's at http://blankityblankblanky.blogspot.com and I miss what it stood for in life. It represents a simpler time for me. Teachers in eighth grade were my biggest enemies and the most daunting task to overcome was the book report I had procrastinated. Now I'm stuck in a depressed economy job searching. I know, I know, anyone reading this would think, "Why in the world is a lower-middle class white girl from the 'burbs complaining about her life?" Things are not how they seem, young grasshoppers. I don't expect anyone to read this. I don't expect to get feedback.
There's always a chance someone out there is facing my dilemmas too. Somewhere out there someone will stumble upon this and recognize that they can relate. They might even comment or ask my opinion or tell me theirs. So, dear blog enthusiasts, I leave you with a quote:
“It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe /though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.” - Susan Sontaq
