As a preteen my interests included celebrities, pop-culture and trivial drama. My obsessions were of Seth Green, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Blink-182. I would find people to talk to about them in chatrooms and eventually created my own newsletter of "fun-facts" I found on the internet, in books, and photos. At first, I thought this was an embarrassing story, especially given the names like "ObSethed" - which sounds like you say obsessed with a lisp, and "We Love Love" - but I actually realized that I was contributing to the very early stages of digital marketing. I had also created a terrible website on geocities - that I can barely remember other than having to write down the standard-long URL on a piece of paper, like an old Nintendo game.
{{Does this make me sound old? I am going for authentic.}}
My sister knew more about how to code, which I always thought was too complicated to learn. She created my first blog, which I think I dubbed myself an alias as "Raina", after a recurring dream of a girl named Raina who felt like a close friend of mine. It had become my identity. My blog had become a journal, an online diary. I quickly jumped on the band-wagon when LiveJournal became popular. Again, my sister being ahead of the curve had bought an account and had a guest pass that she allowed me to create my own blog.
{{Yup, creating a blog wasn't always this easy.}}
I've tried to make attempts to write, but struggled by either trying to write about one subject like digital marketing (my current profession), and it started to feel like a chore. Given the never-ending amount of content in the world (especially that has been created just in the last decade), I've felt like the voice I had and shared has been muted for reasons like:
- What could I write that hasn't already been said?
- I can't stand when people correct my grammar.
- The internet is filled with pretentious assholes.
- Much of my thoughts are only temporarily valid (hence the blog name). My opinions change as I constantly age and evolve.
So this is my return. I have low expectations, I don't really like reading about other people's lives either.. But nonetheless. Here. We. Go.
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