My Second Post

Ok, I think I'm getting the hang of this a little bit. Once I get really comfortable with the blogging thing I will start thinking up more creative titles for the post. For now, this will do. I was talking with my roommate tonight about the purpose of a blog, and just how much information one should expose. In a sense, I want to keep a journal, as a sort of timeline of a point when I'm fully embracing my 'quarter life crisis' and doing something a bit spontaneous, pretty exciting, and something that has quite a bit of emotion wrapped up in it for me. I'm sure I'll experience a lot of profound (and not so profound) feelings throughout my trip, and I'd like to write about them. And perhaps it might be a good exercise to put them out there, on this blog, and share them, unashamed. But how much do others really want to read that stuff? Do you really care about what I think, or would you rather just read a few silly little comments about how I saw a bearded lady in Omaha, or a five-legged donkey in Texas? I suppose I should just write whatever the hell I want, and if others want to read it they can, and if they don't, then don't. Simple.

In my first post I wrote about my dislike of crowded subways with all the crazies. Well tonight, for the first time ever, I got officially "ridden" on the subway. I thought I was going to vomit - It was a crowded subway, i was presed up against a railing, and this older man kept finding a way to conveniently bump and softly rub his junk right up against my rear end. I mean, c'mon, crowded or not, there is a way to avoid doing that. i tried shifting around, but it didn't help. I was very close to pulling a Linda Ramsey (Chapin gals, you know the drill) but I refrained and as soon as the car door opened I fled. Then on the bus a crazy lady got on and refused to pay the fare and started screaming and yelling about how she always gives and noone ever gives back to her and she's not gonna pay cause they don't deserve her money. it's funny, i used to love all this nonsense - not so much now...Needless to say I'm looking forward to getting in my car - where I'll have a sense of my own defined private space. But wait, I'm a New Yorker, who needs space? What's space? Ahhh...pshaw...

Night!