Dear New Blog

Hey there.

We’ve been orbiting around each other slowly for awhile, yeah? I think you feel it too, the inevitability of it. What started as furtive glances, restive glances, away from the screens of work have instead become purposeful diversions. Now I work to wrest my gaze from you and back to the dual-monitor setup that, to its credit, continues to pay my internet bills despite my swelling apathy.

Things are getting serious, is what I’m trying to say. Maybe we ought to talk about it. The older I get the more I try to outline expectations at the onset, although I’m still working on an emotional response befitting of an older person when they are still inevitably disappointed. I’m speaking too dryly, I know, it’s become kind of my thing.

I’ve got a good thing at home, with Evernote. Amazingly good! I can’t believe I hesitated at all when deciding whether or not to purchase the premium subscription, Christ, it’s a fraction of what I spend on the Wall Street Journal and most days I just do the crossword puzzles. I guess I waited because I don’t use the interactive features: I won’t share notes, collaborate, or post to the Facebook, Twitter, or LinkedIn accounts that aren’t even associated. I don’t like the pop-up suggestions of what I might want to read, which has the feeling of a stranger poofing into my living room and commenting on what’s on the television (“‘Better Call Saul’ again, really? When was the last time you watched a TED talk?”)

But I love its omnipresence and the way my 28 notebooks don’t look as barren as the paper notebooks I’ve accumulated. I love the dog-eared wrinkle in the elephant’s ear. So I’ve got a good thing with Evernote, just not socially, not like I was with Livejournal.

Oh, Livejournal. Is it too soon to talk about our exes? I can see by the way your eyebrow just jerked up maybe not, but I’d like to assure you that I’m in a good place, at peace, with how it all turned out. That’s all I’ll say about that since I don’t want to get into a “doth protesteth too much” situation.

You do want to hear about it? All right, but I’m keeping it short.

I’ve got nothing against Livejournal, at all. George R.R. Martin is on Livejournal, so yeah. And how much do I love that his is titled “Not a Blog”? Well, I guess you wouldn’t know the answer to that yet. I love it a lot. I really hate the word blog. Sounds too much like blockage, some kind of linguistic sinus infection, or worse. Not a fan. But a better word has escaped me, or at least a one-syllable one. Livejournal wasn’t the problem, though, it was me at that time in my life and how I was interacting with it. Actually I’m pretty glad you asked me about it now, because it segues neatly into what I want to bring to this relationship.

First off, I will not use you as a sneezeguard. It’s easy to forget that sometimes. I could make it sound more profound, say blank slate or tabula rasa, which are true terms in the general sense. But a sneezeguard is a blank slate too before, you know, achoo. I don’t want to do that to you.

Second, when we visit I want to be focused on you. I had used Livejournal in a way unbefitting of a serious relationship. You know those people that bring a date to a party for the sheer purpose of making someone else jealous? Shady, shameful behavior that I’m sorry to say I have engaged in every so often. No more, ok? When we’re together, we’re together. You might be interested to know I learned that lesson so well because I realized that the people I was talking to never seemed to know I was talking to them, but others assumed that I was. Messy.

I guess you can tell by the length of that paragraph I’m still chewing on some of those lessons. Let’s hope it makes some good writing, yeah? That brings me to my final, maybe most important, point. I’d like to see you socially. That’s the difference between you and Evernote. I’d like us to go out, see people, hear stories and have them hear ours. And I’ll cover my mouth when I sneeze.

Thanks for taking the time this morning. It has been a long time coming. As for me, it’s time to dial into a conference call. Talk soon.

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