avoiding going “myspacey”

April 11, 2008

I made a personal vow to myself that in Florida I would try my best to be a better person. In some areas I’ve succeeded but in others I’ve failed miserably.

My successes include my own family. Pop and I are on very very good terms. And, shockingly, my sister and I are also on good terms. We’re actually all getting along very well. When it was finally knocked into my skull that family is precious and to hang on to it, I realized how much of an asshole I’ve been over the years and set to make it right. And it worked.

My successes also include my job. The idea train keeps on rollin’ and good things happen nearly all the time. I won’t say that all my ideas are good (in fact it’s common for me to say “This is yet another one of Rich’s bad ideas”), but what’s most important is that the idea has an audience. It’s really cool that happens.

As for my failures, they’ve all revolved around women. No, I don’t have a mile-long list or anything like that (not by a long shot), but in usual fashion things tend to botch up whenever I try to make an R word (relationship) work.

Those who read my blog regularly have probably already noticed a post I recently made has been removed. Why? Because I made the mistake of putting “dirty laundry” on this site, i.e. “you piss me off so I’m a-gonna write about you” crap. I haven’t let one of those slip by in a really long time and it was my fault it even made an appearance here.

Side note: If you ever wondered why there’s next to nothing about any girl I’ve ever dated on my blog, now you know. It’s not that I haven’t dated since 2004 (hardly), it’s that stuff like that needs to remain private, otherwise you get into a real “myspacey” type of drama crap, and that’s something I never want to be present here on my journal.

All I will say about the person I wrote about before is that we had a phone conversation. I won’t get into the details of what we spoke about but we were able to iron things out. Granted, we had to call each other every name in the book to get to that point, but we did get there, and that says something (good).

. . .

Here’s something I’ve never spoken of before on my journal but I’m going to now because it’s proven itself time and time again to be correct:

Every time I blog about a relationship (i.e. a boyfriend/girlfriend thing) even to the slightest degree, it ends up in absolute disaster without fail.

Out of all the good things my blog does for me, blogging about a relationship is an absolute death knell. It does not matter how right things are going. If I so much as mention a single itty bitty reference to it, it spells out doom shortly thereafter.

Ready for the kicker?

Every time I’ve seen other people write about their love interest, the end result is the same.

My advice to anyone: Don’t blog about your significant other. Just don’t do it. It doesn’t matter if you have the nicest things in the world to say. Don’t do it.

I know what you’re thinking.

Okay, Rich.. if you know it’s a bad omen to do that, why’d you do it.. again?

Because she asked me to; she really wanted a mention here. I had reservations about it, obviously, but said to myself “Nah.. this time it’s different.”

Well.. we all know how that turned out.

Bleah.

Lesson learned. Again.


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