Untitled: Less is More

So I usually start out a post by writing the title. This is strange because many good writers will tell you that they just start writing and when they have their thoughts typed out then they develop a title. I think that the "title-first" strategy that I have been using has worked pretty well to this point. But I am going to try it the other way today. Most of my posts in the past have all been written from a specific experience that I have had in my life. Some people have questioned me if these things actually do happen to me. I am proud to say that everything that is written in this blog is true. Sometimes I wish it wasn't all true, but it is. All the interesting things that have happened to me here in Chicago have been posted, for the most part.

I am the kind of person that does not view a trip, vacation or night at the bar with 100% satisfaction if there is not a story that came along with it. But some stories are not meant to be told. This is for many different reasons. I would never come on here and say anything about my work environment. I know that people from my office read this blog and if I have a problem I would let you know or just bottle it up inside and not say anything to anyone about it. I would also never use friends names or specific information about my life (i.e. my company name, where I live, friends names, what I look like, or even my own name). These are all things that are best left off of this site.

As the sole writer for this blog I have made mistakes in the past. I have written about things that I should have probably laid off. I have stated many things that could be taken different ways by different people. I am not a big fan of being politically correct so that means that somewhere down the line, I am most likely offending someone. I think that the world today is too politically correct. We are being judged for every word that comes out of our mouths or is spoken through the tips of our fingers. I think it is ridiculous.

But, there has been one post that I removed from this blog. I thought it was a misjudgement on my part to write it and therefore I deemed it necessary to remove it at the time. But now I wonder if I should have just left it. Technically there was no one hurt in the situation other then myself. I am not so insecure that I couldn't bear that situation. I just removed it because I didn't know how else to respond. If you were lucky enough to read that post, then you know exactly what I am talking about. But for those of you in the dark at the moment, I will give a short explanation. I had been on a failed date. I say failed even though the date itself went very well. She was an extremely attractive girl and definitely had one of the best personalities that I have met in Chicago. But it just wasn't there. I had written about the date itself and discussed what my hopes were. On the day of writing the post, I received word from her that it wasn't like that. And that she didn't know that's what my intentions were. At the time, I was embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. I knew that friends of mine had read the post and were waiting for the next piece of news to see what was the recent developements. But instead of news, I removed the post and ignored that I ever wrote it. I changed my blog for others. I didn't want to hear about it and I didn't know how to respond. So there is it. The mystery of the "ghost" post has been laid out.

As an amateur writer, I feel it is important to write for me, not for others. I whole heartedly enjoy writing these posts and sharing my ridiculous stories and experiences with all of you. Your comments back let me know that it is worth spending the time to write this out. But I also do this for myself. Stories are important to me. This is a way for me to document my life since moving to Chicago. This is a way for me to look back and see the past. I sit here shaking my head as I think about the day I removed that post. It was important. I put myself out there and even though I got shot right back down, I put myself out there. That is something I just don't do. I have a wall built up and I never lower it. But I did and that makes me think. If I still had that post I would re-post it immediately.

This has been a different style for me and to be completely honest again, I liked it. So many great writers out there would just put a blank sheet in front of them with a pencil and write down what was on there mind. I believe I have picked up this style from them and I sincerely appreciate it. Like I stated earlier, I usually write of a specific moment, not a specific mind frame. I hope you readers enjoy reading this post as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I am happy to share the inner workings of my mind with all of you and not just the booze that did me in or the smoke I just crushed in the ashtray. I would assume that I will be posting like this more often. But I must warn you, some of the things in my head aren't that pretty. If you read something that you don't like, just give it a couple days and give it another try.

One last thing left to do. Back to the top of this page to write a title.