Writing has been a passion of mine since before I can clearly remember. I have always been better at conveying my thoughts and emotions with writing than talking. As a young kid I dreamed of one day being a journalist for National Geographic, an idea that still lives in the back of my mind today. My love of reading literature and poetry runs as deep as my love for writing it. Latley my mom, who inspires me to write and is a blogger has been insisting that I start my own blog. Everytime the subject has been brought up it has been met with a big fat NO. The thing about it is that I have always been very private about my writing. Another thing that held me back was my perception of grown men blogging as…well…kinda gay. I had a picture in my head of some softy complaining about his life on his online diary. Obviously this was before I actually started reading blogs other than my mom’s.
In highschool I wrote “A” papers for my friends and helped them with their english homework. If someone needed to know how to spell a word or who wrote the Canterbury Tales they would wake me up from my spot at the back of the classroom and ask me. Since I have been in the Marine Corps the amount of writing I do has dramatically decreased. I have been noticing a decline in my spelling and grammar abilities and its unnerving. Sometimes I imagine that I can actually feel myself getting dummer. I picture imagination and creative thoughts oozing out of my ears with vocabullary and intellect.
The other day my good friend LeRoy was talking to his wife online and asked me if his spelling of potato was right. My response was “nah man, its POTATOE”, which is definitley not how you spell potato. I decided that night that I needed to get back into writing. So here I am, after a week of finding potatos hidden in my stuff like easter eggs and a couple thousand potato jokes. I’ve made up my mind, I’m going to blog.
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