my other blog is a blog

I had this travel blog for a while, and it had a purpose, which was to document my travels. This, it did well. After my travels had come to a close, I made several attempts to continue my blog in some alternate vein. This, I did poorly.

Somehow it made more sense to abandon my blog than attempt to alter its fundamental character. I felt as though I were attempting to graft a sequel onto an otherwise complete book. Not just that, but a sequel which was a novella about rain and coffee shops onto an action-adventure book. I felt an unspoken pressure to maintain a narrative thread, to delve into the excitement of the latte. The risk here is compromising the integrity of the initial project by poorly incorporating vague themes and premises. I'm thinking Star Wars here.

And now I am starting a blog, with my name. My given name. Should I do this? It fills me with a kind of shallow dread, the paranoia one feels after leaving the gas on. I've googled my name before, and I am what comes up. To the best of my knowledge there are two people in the world with my name, and I'm pretty sure that other one was just a mispelling. She looked too much like a Marcy or a Louise. Maybe a Diane.

Lately I've found myself reading lots of blogs, over and over again, because people write about things that are informative and of interest. I find these blogs through google, because I have some question, and a real person wrote an answer. This is one thing compelling me to start a blog again, because I want to be involved in this big question and answer game. I read those other people's blogs and I feel better about humans, and I get the answer I need, and I want to thank that person but I never do. I hit the stumble button.

I took this online survey that made me feel like a total loser a couple weeks ago. It asked me if I was one of those people who passively participated in the internet, merely looking at things that other people created, or if I created any content. I reread the question several times because it seemed to virulently biased, meaning it made me feel inadequate, but I was forced to conclude that the question was well-written and fairly objective and I was imbuing it with with judgement as I was judging myself. I was like, damn, I should start a blog again. I should make some youtube videos. And, as referenced in the previous paragraph, I should answer me some burning questions.

So here it is. Whatever it is. I'm just going to put a bunch of stuff on it from the past few months that made me think, gee, if I had a blog I'd post that. And then it will become something.

The really unnerving aspect being that my other blog had a purpose, as it was a travel blog, and this one doesn't. I'm just writing it, and then it will be written and I'll know what it is. I feel like there should be some fundamental parallel I could draw here between traveling and living in a place, but I don't know if there is. If nothing else, it's just something completely different.