Can't Stop.

Sorry, I just can’t do it.  I can’t resist the urge—nay, the need (and a quite new need, may I add)—to keep blogging.

It’s just so darn cool.

It all started with the idea that I would document my travels during a two-month trip in Europe.  Great idea, right? I gained 21 followers, and wrote about 35 entries, and fell.

In.

Love. 

It’s that simple.  I started reading other people’s blogs, and was terribly impressed and humbled by some, and terribly disturbed and baffled with an overwhelming feeling of “uh…what?” by others. And I thought mine was okay…I mean, it was a nice little blog, written by a mediocre writer, with a bunch of pictures from Europe scattered about. Not bad.

(Bee Tee Double-You, if you want to read about my travels, the old blog is still up.  GodCallIsAbroad.blogspot.com.)

But it all came to an end.  Within a few hours of posting my final entry, I began to feel the withdrawal.  Blog withdrawal. Blogdrawal. Withbloggal.

My girlfriend Christie just started a blog.  It’s awesome.  More inspiration for me to write another one. I visited the Blogs of Note page and felt a hunger I have not felt for something in a long time (besides yesterday before breakfast), which is that of the desire to be like one of them. I watched the movie Julie & Julia and it got my blogjuices flowing—which I’m guessing it did for millions of others now that it’s been released; Julie & Julia is going to do to blogging what Across the Universe did for the song Blackbird.  Everyone with a little hint of skill at the guitar (or, in this case, computer) will be trying to recreate it. Heck, I may be one of them. If at any point I find that I’m just adding to the noise, don’t worry, I’m outta here.

(I loved Julie & Julia by the way. Incredible acting. That Meryl Streep is going to be something someday.)  

So here I go.  Blogging again.  This time, with no considerable goals—just a scattered mind and a few things I’d like to share with those who will listen. The only loosely thought-out goal is to keep my life interesting enough that people will continue to read—that means that it must interest me, too, and I don’t want to read someone ranting about politics or their f***ing friend Lila who won’t stop hitting her boyfriend when she’s drunk at parties, so I promise to avoid those types of subjects at all cost.  I’ll just talk about life, and an occasional dream, and see what comes of it.

Good idea?