The worldwide web is an enormous place, but the world itself is getting smaller fast. Day 1, first post, will anyone even find me? I, the compulsive seeker of anonymity, throwing myself into the fray, with my not-subconscious-enough-subconscious screaming, reminding me that whenever I've been dragged or bludgeoned myself into the spotlight or up to the mike before, always because there's some universal injustice being perpetrated that I just can't stand (Libra), it's been painful. For me. So don't look while I blog away. Or just take polite peeks that won't embarrass either of us.
So why did I do it? My husband insists my ongoing commentary is wasted on him. Share it with the world, he says, which does not mean he is not interested in what I have to say. He says. But more compelling, I'm entering a contest that requires I link my blog to its. Years of ignoring my husband come to this. And now I'm off the pot. And in the blog-o-sphere.
Are you out here? Wait - don't look me straight in the eye! Indirect glances and polite peeks. The way you look at all sentient curiosities.