Today is a very important day in my life.
It is the one year anniversary of Coffeygrind.com.
One year ago today I wrote my first blog entry and embarked on a journey of self-discovery. A journey that has given me a feeling of purpose, filled me with a greater sense of where I fit in the “big picture”, and helped me get to the pure distilled essence of who I truly am. But mostly, it has left me wondering why most people that I meet don’t immediately bludgeon me to death with the nearest conveniently located blunt object.
For you see… just about half of the entries that I have written involve me venting about how incredibly idiotic most people are. Please don’t mistake me; this is not an apology… I still think these people are dumber than asphalt. It’s merely an observation.
I suspect that I am only protected from retribution by the fact that these people can’t remember to put their shoes on after their pants, which makes it pretty unlikely that they possess the mental facilities to find my blog nevertheless read it.
My point is that these entries are not exactly complimentary to anyone, myself included. When I think back on them, I realize that I can be a very angry man when I am behind a keyboard. If I were to send these articles to a psychologist to use as documentation of my mental state, I would not be surprised if they prescribed some sort of sedative or, perhaps, a subtle yet effective poison… and then subsequently decided to commit seppuku with a letter opener.
As an exercise, born purely from the rather promiscuous parents of “boredom” and “work avoidance”, I decided to re-read all 30 of the entries that I have written over the last year. My goal was to identify and summarize any themes that might be hidden within their passages. Here is what I discovered:
- I am a nerd
- I love bacon, Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox.
- I hate sports, “natural” foods and morons.
Earth-shattering, I know. This is information that was hard-earned over the last year; each bit taking me many long hours of contemplative meditation to wrest from my subconscious mind. Information that represents the fruits of many weeks of quiet introspection. Information that I am confident would take someone who just met me as long as 10 minutes to discover.
Perhaps what is more interesting than the published entries are the entries that I have fully written but have not published. It wasn’t until just now that I realized that they all have a common theme. They are all about topics that may actually piss off somewhat intelligent people. The fear that I might actually anger someone that has the capacity to fight back has clearly kept me from posting them. Fascinating.
So here I am one year, and 30 blog entries later (31 if you include this one).
What will the next year hold for me?
I think I’m running out of things to hate.