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July 15, 2003
responding to old news
I find it difficult to believe that I'm the only one whose life is filled with 'getting to know each other' stories that somehow end up without middles or ends.
I've had dozens of beginnings without ends, this past year. meet, greet, eat, and repeat...until we run out of clever 'date' stories and have to decide to either get 'deeper' or go find someone else to charm the pants off of for a while.
No harm, no foul, no 'where did we go wrong?" moment to ponder.
sometimes, a lady meets a young gentleman who is interesting, smart, sometimes funny, but after countless meals together, she finds she can't spend another moment sitting across from a fella whose chewing sounds like a pack of dobermans slobbering through a packet of pudding.
sometimes a gentleman meets a young lady who is so caught up in her own vanity she forgets that other people can also be funny and purty, sometimes.
sometimes, two people meet and have tons in common, like co-writing weblog entries to entertain themselves and to harmlessly piss off a soon-to-be-ex-spouse, but don't have enough in common to justify a full-fledged, bumpin'-nasties, meetin'-the-mom, plannin'-long-weekends-together relationship.
sometimes a lady meets a hairy purple person from another planet, shaves him, and finds out he's really just Jeff Goldblum...too late to prevent people from seeing them together, but not too late to stop writing before EVERYONE finds out she's been shaving aliens.
sometimes, one side of a relationship sparks, the other side splutters, and the splutter can't quite put out the spark enough to keep the friendship from completely burning out....
none of these situations is anything to inspire me to post, certainly. and, in this case, as nothing in particular happened, there was nothing to inspire a 'nothing happened' post.
and this 'nothing happened' post, if I was planning on writing one, would most certainly be eclipsed in my mind by the delightful beginnings I've been experiencing.
I like beginnings. I'm good at them.
perhaps, like stephen king, or douglas coupland, or even J. K. Rowling, I'm just better at beginnings than I am at endings.
I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to try, though. it hasn't hurt their sales to end badly.
hmm. I'll let you know if something turns up. if not about sourbob, certainly about the fountain fella. or the skirt-sharoosher. or the boy who makes me forget my toothbrush. or the barbecue-lovin' metrosexual.
here's to hoping there's no ending in sight.
and, for the record, you're right - this is a weblog, not a democracy. I'm happy to see people are reading picture picture, and that they have opinions about what ends up here, but most of what I write comes from what I'm thinking just before I fall asleep at night...no rhyme, no reason, just 'this is what I thought of today'. fiction or nonfiction, it's all me. although if my real-life editor was as tough on me as you-all are, I swear, my book would be published by now.
Posted by Heather at July 15, 2003 03:28 AM