Skip to main content

Repeating Myself

I've been writing this blog for a little over 5 years now (though seemingly in secret), and I'm amazed that I've managed to keep it up this long. Heck, at one point, I wasn't entirely sure if I was going to be able to keep to a schedule of a post per week. So far, so good, though. And if nothing else, it's sometimes fun to go back and look up old stories.

I actually end up doing this quite a bit, as I sometimes have to refer to older posts. The first paragraph above is a perfect example of this. I knew I'd mentioned both the poor job of marketing and the schedule I keep in past posts, so I figured I'd point to them if anyone wanted the back story. So at least once per week, I will search through older posts to find relevant references.

However, it turns out that I've written 300+ posts. That's definitely a large enough volume of posts that I don't remember all of them. Heck, I'm not sure I'd remember them all even if there were like a quarter of that many posts. So, often times, I'm surprised by something I've written in the past. It's usually a pleasant surprise, but it's a surprise nevertheless. I am starting to worry that one of these days, I'm going to write about something a second time. I don't mean like writing a sequel or a follow-up post to an original, but more like actually repeating a subject.

What makes this doubly scary is that there are now inside jokes with certain people that have come up since I started writing. As with any friends, you tend to have short hand descriptions for certain stories or descriptions. That sort of thing happens when you have a shared history. So, every now and again, something comes up in conversation that references one of those older stories. A perfect case in point was the Napkin Incident. I was having dinner there recently, with some of the same people who were present that night. Inevitably, someone joked about me being dirty, and the story was rehashed for the benefit of those who had missed the fun the first time around.

In fact, it was funny enough that I thought about writing a post about it. Or, rather, I thought about re-writing about it. I've obviously written about it before, and it was only a serendipitous search that stopped me from making this mistake. Oh, how close you were to hearing me drone on again about napkins.

Given the limits of my memory and the growing pool of posts, though, I suspect it's only a matter of time before it happens. I will do my level best to prevent it, but I'm not sure I can fight back the tides of inevitability forever. So, I'm apologizing now, in advance, for any reruns that you may have to endure. I'll at least try to be amusing a second time around.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Pink

Way back in high school, there was a male teacher that all the girls thought was attractive. It was an open secret that a bunch of them had crushes on him. In fact, the school newspaper even did an article about him that quoted some girl saying, "he's so cute, he even makes pink look good." Yes, he had worn a pink shirt to school one day, and it had apparently been a big hit. I was reminded of this story when my sister-in-law suggested that she would choose pink as the color for her wedding and bridal party. I don't think I've ever made a color look good before, but I remember thinking, "well, I know it's possible to not look stupid in pink as a straight guy, I guess I can try." And I think that's almost exactly what I told her. I also happened to own a gray suit, so I figured the combination would look all right. However, I was pretty much the only one willing to play along. My sister-in-law's brothers wanted absolutely no part of th...

Dreams

Normally, I don't eat very many sweets. I tend to eat pretty generous portions, but I generally prefer savory food over sweet. In fact, I usually prefer things half as sweet when possible. My preference doesn't have anything to do with health reasons, it's just one of those things that I've always liked better. That said, I do inevitably eat dessert, particularly if I'm out with other people. My stance towards dessert is roughly equivalent to those who are social drinkers . If other people want to munch on something for dessert, I'm not about to cross my arms and refuse. That'd be just a tad gauche. So, I do eat some dessert. I even have a few standby favorites that I'll usually order when presented with them (brownies, creme brulee, and apple pie). But left to my own devices, I'm not about to go hunting for dessert. Apparently, this means that the sugar can really mess with my system under the right circumstances. As I've discovered, ...

New York City Trip (Day 1)

After my crappy flight , I was now in Newark, New Jersey at 7AM on a Friday morning. I had done a little bit of reading up, so I knew which bus I needed to take and where I was going to get off. All in all, getting into the city was surprisingly easy. I suppose speaking the language does make things simpler. Through no real planning of mine (a theme of the trip, at least on my part), I picked one of the later bus stops at which to get off, Grand Central. I actually just figured that getting off at Grand Central would give me options, and heck, it's called Grand Central. That just screamed "decent place to disembark that might be close to some stuff" to me, so that's where I got off. However, it also meant that we drove down 42 nd St to get to my bus stop. That just happens to be a big street, and it gave me a glimpse of Times Square as we drove by. My bus stop choice had accidentally given me a rough layout of the city. Go me. I had about 6 hours to kill...