Blog
/blɔg, blɒg/ [blawg, blog]
1. noun A Web site containing the writer's or group of writers' own experiences, observations, opinions, etc., and often having images and links to other Web sites.
2. verb (used without object) To maintain or add new entries to a blog.
There is a collection of words in that definition that I unquestionably should have paid more attention to; “maintain or add new entries”. Ok, so my weekly blog idea didn’t exactly go quite to plan, but as nobody’s actually reading this I suppose it wouldn’t really hurt to try a ‘reboot’ of sorts. So I suppose this is my ‘Jimtheheel begins’ as opposed to my previous ‘Jimtheheel & Robin’ entry. (Geeky Reference (GR) #1)
So where was I? Oh yeah, the intended “Journey back into dating” episode. The original plan to try internet dating and tell you hilarious tales of weekly bad dates was cancelled. The reasons are thus;
- I met a girl I actually really liked
- I told said girl about my blog
- Thought it’d be rude to talk about her on the internet
So there you go, you’ll have to wait for my autobiography for stories of my love-life, and what an epic, awe inspiring, fascinating read that will be.
I have seemed to have applied this ‘reboot’ theme to most of my life lately. New friends (very cool), new specs (cool), new tattoo (trying to be cool), new hairstyle (as cool as you can get with my mop.)
Actually, whilst I’m on it - tattoos and parents. Why, as an independent London
People may think I’m trying too hard to change my image, that maybe I’m just reacting to a broken heart (You saw that one coming right?) by being a completely different person. I, on the other hand do not see it like that. We all need a bit of reinvention sometimes. Some change their careers, some go travelling, some have affairs. I have tried all of these (some I am less proud of than others) so what was left to change? Me.
Don’t get me wrong, I like me, me is quite intelligent, can be quite funny, has a good heart, and most would describe me as a nice guy. But sometimes I hate that nice guy. How many nice guys do you know with a hot girlfriend, a powerful job or a few million in the bank? None! (ok I’ll give you Will Smith). Maybe, for once, I don’t want to be that nice guy. As Billy Joe once sang, Nice guys finish last (GR#3). And the longer I spend on this Earth, the more inclined I am to believe him.
So yeah, as vein and shallow as it sounds, I changed my look to appear more cool.
Will it work? Probably not.
Am I different? Not really.
Is it a childish reaction? Most definitely.
Oh well, my choice, fuck you. (bye bye nice guy)
Next week (and I mean it!) The diary of a festival organiser.
