Popping the Proverbial (blog) Cherry
Baaaam! I’ve officially popped this blog’s proverbial cherry.
That’s right; I got the first shot at it.
While it was still clean, innocent, untouched, undamaged. It was still soft, gentle, fresh-smelling and most importantly, it was welcoming.
It hadn’t (yet) been tainted, used, abused, stretched or pulled. The harsh realities of the world around haven’t yet caused it to get into situations it wouldn’t be proud to write home about or to do things that even the most experienced blog would shutter to hear.
It’s not every day that a blogger gets lucky enough to pop a cherry. But still, I wonder if I’m really lucky to be in this situation. Since I’m responsible for popping this cherry, what can I expect? Will there be expectations of me. Will the blog become infatuated with me? Will it attach itself to me and not want to let go? Maybe it will become desperate and call to me in the middle of night. “I need you,” it might say, “don’t leave me“.
I’ve had to leave blogs in the past, you know. It’s not easy. Things always start so good. A new location, a fresh look, tons of brilliant ideas that the world must hear. As time passes, the passion begins to disappear. Once the honeymoon is over, the real test begins. “Should I stay or should I go,” pops into my head. A disturbing yet predictable cycle.
Already, I’m starting to feel pressure by this whole situation. I’m questioning my actions. Perhaps I was thinking with the wrong brain.
You know what; I tried to avoid this situation all together. I gave my buddy the chance to take the opportunity. I said, “Take it, it’s a sure thing.” He declined. I’m not sure why he declined. Maybe he knew better and had been there before. Or maybe it was another reason not yet lucid to me. Either way…
It’s not important now. Now, I have to deal with the world I created. Or better, the world I created has to deal with me. I’ll take this blog for a ride as long as it gets me where I’m trying to go. If it veers off course, who knows…
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Ouch. My cherry hurts just reading this…