Griping It Out

Ever since I started writing this blog, I've been trying to develop a concrete "theme" to run with.  You know, something that I could give a solid, one-word answer for when someone asks me, "Oh, what's your blog about?"

Birds!
Yo-yos!
Lemons!

Gout?...

I've always heard that people tend to write about what they know, and I do believe that this holds some credence--unless you are doing really abstract creative writing (i.e., any sci-fi reference of your choice), you have to have some depth of knowledge for what you are talking about.  For example, since I'm an English major, I wouldn't want to go writing about the particulars of physics.  Of course I know the basics, but I definitely wouldn't be able to sit and explicate the inner-workings for you.  If you asked me to write my opinion on Keats, though...

The problem with this--for me--is that I have a lot of different interests and know quite a lot about all of them.  (Forgive me for tooting my own proverbial horn, but *toot-toot*.)  So, again, this puts me back in the struggle of deciding what I want to pick to consistently write about.  I thought about doing something that was all about crafting, but I didn't want to be just another blog that regurgitated Pinterest projects.  I also thought about doing something about yoga, but there again, there are, like, twelve kajillion blogs/sites that talk about that. 

Anyway, running with the idea of going with what I know, I've finally settled on what direction I want to take this.  When someone asks me, "Hey, Jess.  What's your blog about?," I am going to confidently answer with the authoritative voice of experience by saying, "Complaining!"

Don't misunderstand my intentions, here.  I'm not going to be some sniveling, selfish boob who sits here and whines to you about how my life is not perfect 100% of the time.  That would not be fun for any of us.  Instead, I want to focus on the humor in the weirdness of my life.  I tell people all the time that "my life is not real."  The strangest things happen to me (see encounters 1-5 from "My Old Guy Count Is Off the Charts") and, for whatever reason, people like to hear me vent about them.  So, it looks like I'm going to attempt to join the ranks of the many gifted storytellers before me.  (Maybe we should resurrect Chaucer and have him rewrite me into the Canterbury Tales...)

My promise to you is that I will always strive for humor and never for negativity.  I want us to come together over our mutual griefs and appreciate the humor in them.  I want you to laugh with me at the things that I notice that go on around (or to) me.  I want to humorously celebrate the things that make me want to use every single overly dramatic crying emoji in my phone's keyboard.

At the end of the day, you can either cry about what tries to bring you down, or you can take it with a grain of salt and laugh at it.  And I, for one, would always rather laugh than cry.