rule 1: there are no rules.

No offense, Rapunzel.

I’m vain, so I was Googling my own name the other day (as one does). Of course, my real name is far too generic to there to be any trace of my existence to be seen there. So I figured I ought to try my online pseudonym, “shnoodlec.” That was how I came across this blog again for the first time in five or so years.  There was nothing very insightful on the blog - no interesting views into my younger self’s developing mind, so I figured there was no use leaving the site up for someone to stumble upon. I felt no guilt while deleting my ten year old self’s Disney princess posts. They will not be missed.

But... I have this fascination with shouting into the void. With broadcasting my thoughts to no one in particular. I don't know what's so interesting about it to me. Maybe it's for stress relief. Maybe it's the idea that someone will find it someday. Maybe it's so I can at least try to process my damn emotions. In any case, it’s the reason why I’ve faithfully kept a journal for seven years. So I figured it couldn’t hurt to start the blog back up again.

I don't really know what kind of things I'll post here. I'm new to this. But whatever it is, even if it's absolute nonsense garbage, I don't see a reason to apologize for it here, in the obligatory "first blog post" post, like so many "bloggers" do. It may be boring and mundane, like this post, or it may be weird and bizarre. But this is my blog and my space. You're just living in it.

Note to future self: please do not become one of those people who “promotes” their blog. You know what I'm talking about. Don't do it honey.

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