A Day Which Will Live in Infamy
Four years ago, on March 1, 2010, I made the decision to sit down and start a blog. I had no idea what I was doing (and still kind of don't?), but having just freshly broken up with my college boyfriend and being so new to the post-collegiate life, all I knew was I needed a creative outlet and fast. It's pretty embarrassing to read - sort of like looking at the ugliest, brace-faced, middle school pictures you can find of me. But this is what my first ever "emma's thing" post was:
here’s the thing.
my mom may have terrible road rage and park at 45 degree angles, but putting all that aside, she’s taught me some pretty valuable driving lessons throughout the years. on top of opening my world to a slew of colorful and creative cuss word combinations (to which she would always follow up with “oh my G-d, i’m so sorry. that was terrible. don’t ever repeat that!”), she taught me the vital importance of getting in your destination turn lane and STAYING in it.
yeah, it might sound a little too planned out to know you’re going to turn left in 30 minutes so you stay in the left lane for the duration of your drive. but, ya know what? you know what REALLY grinds my gears (no pun toward Toyota there, even though i AM driving a 1999 4Runner and sometimes catch myself imagining what if my accelerator goes all 16-year-old “i do what i want!” on me…)? when people wait until the very last minute to switch into the lane they’re supposed to be in. i don’t understand it. ESPECIALLY when you’re entering the highway. it’s like… if you’re turning left to get onto the highway, then why the eff wouldn’t you be in the farthest right lane possible? do you think that’s fun? do you consider it a little game for yourself to cut across 3 lanes to get onto the “on” ramp just in the knick of time? do you think you’re nicholas cage or angelina jolie from the acclaimed blockbuster hit, Gone in 60 Seconds? are you pregnant with twins and on your way to retrieve 8 new foreign babies you just adopted so you think it’s perfectly okay if you play the cutting-across-3-lanes-and-almost-causing-4-accidents game? well, guess what?
call me anal for being prepared ahead of time in the lane i need, but don’t call me stupid for hating the ones who aren’t.
thank you and good night.
Hey. You still there? Or did you walk out of the room and hide like I do when something super uncomfortable is on TV? Look. We all have to start somewhere, right? And I'd like to think I've come at least a little far since that first entry.
But all that's besides the point. I wanted to tell my blog, happy anniversary. I love you. You've been there for me in the best of times and the worst of times. Some days, you've let me down. But most days, you've pulled me up. I knew when we started this that it was something special, but I never dreamed we'd still be going strong 1,460 days later. But, baby
Thank you to anyone who's ever taken the time to read my rantings. I can truthfully and uncornily say that it's because of you guys that I've kept this up for so long and want to keep challenging myself to find new ways to entertain the masses.
Here's to another four years, eh?!