These things...

I'm still slightly weirded out by the idea of keeping a blog. Is it supposed to be a journal or something? I guess the whole point is i get to make it whatever I want it to be. With a title like "Big Moose Don't Have Adventures," there's only so much it can be about.

At the same time, talking and writing about myself can get dull. Especially when I get to the point where I realize I don't have anything more to say about myself. Mildly depressing, is that moment.

Sometimes I feel like it's the end of an episode of Doogie Howser, M.D. Except I don't have a nice little life-lesson to learn everytime I start typing at my computer.

The best thing this affords me is the ability to just free-write. I don't have to come up with plot points or character backstories or whatnot. Whatever comes to my head can get put down.

I start at WaWa today. Pumping gas. The job I quit just over two years ago. Why am I back? Well, I knew I could get hired. Will it make me miserable? Eventually, maybe, but the more I think on it, the more I remember it wasn't really the job that was making me miserable. It was the suffocation of South Jersey. It was the hurt I'd experienced from which I wanted to escape.
Now that's over. I'm over it. I'm not saying I won't start to feel the chilly hand of Millville begin to cover my throat in the next year or so; I'm sure of that happening. But I think I'm at least to the point where I can put on a cheery exterior and keep myself happy for eight-ish hours a day.

What I really need to find is a subject I could easily teach. Old Time Radio 101. Advanced How to Start Reading a Book and Never Finish It. Something like that. How To Grow A Beard In Three Days. That one I could even teach online.

I think before too long it'll be time to start experimenting with this whole blog business. See what I can do with it. Whatnot.