Who Am I?
As it happens, I am attempting to answer that question for myself.
I am a girl.. no, a Woman on the verge of….? Oh for god’s sake, look, I can barely decide if I’d rather be called a girl or a woman. One seemingly implies a naive twit with no experience, skin being exposed to the elements of life for the first time, but not in he same way a virgin is pure and innocent; more like in the way that deer when caught in headlights stand perfectly still despite the object careening towards them at high velocity- just plain daft. And WOMAN rings rather old with me. It has a sort of feebleness to it, a robbing of one’s youth much like Mrs. does.
What I do know is that today begins the countdown for a mile-marker for me. 30 days until my 30th birthday. Am I coping? Barely. So like any other red-blooded loser with no one I care to share my personal thoughts with, I have decided to unleash myself in the great anonymous (semi-anonymous now, I suppose) world of internet blogging. Here I will take complete strangers on a journey into the certain future of my getting older. I’m almost never perky, always sarcastic, rarely on time, and sometimes inappropriate. It should be an interesting journey and hopefully this provides the catharsis I need to make it there sans alcohol or a public scene.
Cheers for reading. And now I’m late for day 1- figures.
