Twelve years of blogging

I guess today is my 12-year blogiversary. For some reason I can't seem to link to the first actual post I shared, but this is the link to the first page. It seems like I've been plodding in this drivel for a lot longer, and with not much to show for it aside from a number of wrecked relationships.

I remember when I started blogging back in 2005. My good friend Tom was getting into it and suggested I should start a blog. I thought it was the dumbest idea in the world. I distinctly remember saying to him, "Why would I need a means to make even more people mad?" I should have listened to myself.

There have been some good times along the way though, and I've met some good friends. I wish I could at least say I've become a better writer though. I'm pretty sure it used to be a much better blog than it is today - though it's never been very good. I'd guess my best contribution was when I blogged about the books I was reading. My worst are likely the dark daliances of depression when I wasn't smart enough to keep things to myself.

Speaking of darkness, yesterday was one of my worst in awhile. I was in a pretty bad place mentally/emotionally and didn't anticipate blogging today. Fortunately I felt better this morning. There's not really much more to even say about it.

So... here it is. 12 years. That means I was 42 when I started doing this. For as much as things have changed, some seem exactly the same. One being the thought that this is not a good idea. What would the world be like if everyone acted only on good ideas though???