In order to find my voice among the millions of other ramblings in the blogosphere I’ve tried to think of something unique to peg on myself that would stand out. Alas… I guess I am not that interesting because I’ve come up with nothing.
Or… perhaps I have!?
In everyone’s own inimitable way… they have something to offer this world. Since I seemed to fall far short of my childhood dream of someday sitting next to David Letterman and talking about my next movie… I have moved to plan B: reach the masses (or small crowds) and invoke laughter, tears, anger, happiness and the gamut of other emotions through the blogosphere.
If that doesn’t work… then I’ll move on to plan C: pitch my reality show called “Real House Husbands of Oklahoma City.” I’m surprised no one’s thought of it already. Don’t steal my idea… I’ve already got the name copyrighted.
Each person on this planet is uniquely set up with their own stories of childhood, young adulthood, husbandship (word?), fatherhood, etc. As well as their own ideas, opinions, hopes, dreams, worries, fears and fantasies (!). I am no more interesting that anyone else on this planet other than I am willing to lay it all out there.
I live a fairly transparent life on this blog. This would be fairly different if you were right in front of me. I think at those times I tend to be fairly unfriendly and quiet… at least until I get to know you. What I’ve noticed happen in my 100+ posts I’ve written since becoming a blogger is that being transparent (to an extent and within reason) is good therapy, good for the soul and good for a few laughs now and then.
So I suppose I’m not going to find my unique voice on the endless pages of the internet. Perhaps my calling card is that I’m a painfully normal, happy, content, still undersexed husband and a father of a beautiful girl who likes to write about whatever he’s feeling that day. There’s something uniquely refreshing about that I think.
I just hope that those who read what I have to say find some enjoyment out of it and see what it’s like to live through my eyes. Who the hell knows… maybe some things that I write will mean more to some people than they mean to me!?
All in all, I want to know that what I write doesn’t just get lost in the black abyss of cyberspace. I want to know that on any given day at any given time someone could read what I write and smile, laugh, cry, frown or react in a million different ways… but come away with something.