i've been at this blog for over two years.
i think posting a 1000 posts qualifies me in some capacity to have an opinion about this endeavor, a more astute opinion than let's say my friends benny or andy, who think blogging is for mental patients (their words, not mine).
for me personally, blogging is vane, self-indulgent and so not like me when i'm disconnected from the network.
this particular blog though has become just a little more than an exercise in ego.
it's been a place to get my inside out.
not that anyone else cares.
but i do.
it's something that can't be helped.
it's in my wiring.
mom is a professional impressionist artist, one brother a professional jazz musician, another owns a restaurant, another a dealer of music collectibles, and dad was on his way to play short-stop for the yankees (if my stinky little ass didn't come along).
as for me?
much like dad, i did the expected thing.
college, job, marriage, house, job, job, divorce, job, job, marriage, kid, condo, job, townhouse, job, house, divorce, job, relationship, condo, no job, no condo, job, move-in, no job.
well, i guess maybe not exactly what was expected.
but pretty close.
and all the while, all i ever felt was the funny.
can't explain it.
hell, if thirty years of corporate lockdown couldn't knock the humor right out of me, nothing could.
what was a guy suppose to do?
well, this guy needed to let that humor out and this blogging thing was just what the doctor ordered.
unclogging through blogging.
it's better than a colon cleanse for sure.
and now i'm unclogged.
it's all out.
all the time.
and i can't put a lid on it.
not yet anyway.
so where was i?
oh yeah, blogging.
yup, it's all a bit narcissistic if you ask me.
then again, almost any shared expression of our inner self could be considered so.
but i guess to some it just comes naturally.
i'm possibly such a person.
someone once asked me when told i was a blogger, "why do you think anyone would want to read your blog?"
i had no answer at the time.
now, a year and a half and hundreds of post later with a modest readership at best, i still don't know why anyone would.
maybe the question has a wayward implication.
that somehow there is a shallow sense of self importance in all of this.
well, i do remember challenging myself on this very point.
almost quit altogether.
but i didn't.
i didn't because i needed to express myself.
that's why i blog.
because i've never been able to keep the funny in.
and while this is my last official written post of Cranelegs Pond (number 1000 will be an audio post), i have other blogs chugging along and a new one that picks up from where this one is leaving off.
so i guess this is my paint brush, my guitar pick, my kitchen.
this is my blog.