Something Pretty

"Write about yourself."

I asked what to write about, and you said something pretty...so there you have the title of this post.  And then you said to write about myself.  Well...damn.  I'm bad at that.  But then again, isn't that what this whole blog has been?  It's been ranting and raving, cracking and breaking, laughing and crying, me.  Every last word has been about me.  Or that's what I initially thought, at least.

And then I realized that it really hasn't.  If anything, the majority of this blog has been about you.  I started writing on November 8, 2009.  It has almost been a year now, and in all honesty, it is very strange for me to think that I've written something every single day (with the exception of a couple here and there when I didn't have internet or whatnot) for almost a year.  And that most of it has been about you.

Has it really?  I'm not sure.  Some of it has been to you, plenty about you, certain things I only wrote because of one thing or another you said.  But still, most of the writing in this blog, most of the three hundred some posts...it's had something (if not everything) to do with you.  Then again, so have a number of my thoughts for the duration of this past almost-year (or admittedly, entire year, since before I even started this blog).

So what do I say about myself?  What can I say that you don't know or haven't heard or read before?  What can I tell you that you haven't yet found out for yourself?  Because in all fairness, remarkably few people read this blog (with the exception of those 39 hits from the Netherlands that one day...yeah), and most things written here are, as I've mentioned before, to or about you.  So here I'll extend an apology to all of my other readers, who keep getting all of this nonsense, some good, some bad, about this one person who is not you.  I'm sorry, hopefully there's enough here to keep you entertained (or you've learned to ignore the things I post).

I'm at a loss for what to write.  I don't know what to say about myself right now that doesn't involve you in one way or another.  Have I lost my sense of self?  Has it forgone all definition without you there to make it work?  Perhaps.  For the most part, I rather doubt it.  I will still be alright if/when you disappear.  It's merely nicer now while you haven't, if only because it gives my mind something lovely to occupy itself with.