Once I was a blogger, but I strayed from the path. During my time in Japan, I kept a blog on what now feels like the ancient site of Xanga (I know, I feel ashamed just typing that ‘X’). I posted almost every day, partially because there wasn’t much else to do in that squid-fishing town (except, well, squid-fishing) and partially because almost every day provided enough insane, hilarious, and/or disturbing material for at least one post, if not more. A young man utterly ignorant of the Japanese language or culture attempting to teach English to Japanese kids in the deepest countryside is a recipe for hilarious disaster.
Blogging brought benefits. Two of my closest friends here in Chicago I met through my blog. I’ve made many more friends through them and was even a groomsman in their wedding (in Mexico!). As I said at their rehearsal dinner, not everyone you meet through the Internet is a serial killer. Just most of them.
Life in Chicago never lacks for excitement and my job with the Japanese government means I’m never at a loss for insanity. But I stopped blogging when I got back to the States, probably because I now lived in a place where there was more to do than squid-fishing.
But it’s time I started blogging again. I’m an aspiring writer and if there’s one piece of advice every writer gives it’s, “write every day.” I admit that while I have been much more disciplined lately in my writing, I’m still not doing it daily. Hence, the blog, that blank page staring out every day begging to be updated, begging to be covered with inane musings and angry rants about those jerks who crowd around the back doors of CTA buses.
So, once again, a blogging I will go. I promise that even though Chicago has a lot more to do than Tsushima, I will endeavor to blog as regularly as I did when my only other social option was watching the squid spin in the breeze.