Blogging is dead, RIP, blogging. I’ve known this for a few years, but I’ve resisted it because writing is my medium. I can say things in writing I can’t vocally and I’m much smoother in the delivery, as well. Obviously, it’s easier to form a coherent thought and I can go back and polish what I wrote. In person, I’m awkward and have the tendency to blurt things out that are better left unsaid after biting my tongue for hours.
For the new year, I’m contemplating podcasts or vlogging. I thought about it before my medical trauma, but I dismissed it for several reasons. One, I hated how I looked and sounded. Even though I know that others find me visually/aurally pleasing, I don’t. Back in the day, I would avoid having my picture taking because I hated my looks so much. When I was in college, my friends made it a game to see if they could catch me with their cameras (this was before phone cams were ubiquitous) and I’m pleased to say they never caught me.
After my medical experience, I suddenly didn’t care any longer. My voice was hoarse and raspy from having a tube shoved down it and I looked like hell, obviously, but I no longer cared. I had to buy new glasses because it’s been several years since I had my eyes examined. I was going to do it and then the pandemic hit. So my sight wasn’t great, anyway. Then, when I woke up from being unconscious, I made an eye appointment for a month later (because that’s how long it took to get an eye appointment). When I went to look for frames, I started by looking at my norm–black frames, either rectangle or oval. Or half-rims. I wasn’t hyped about any of them, but I wasn’t expecting to be blown away, either. I mean, they’re just glasses. But then, I saw a pair of frames that were black with white polka dots and the top bit was white with black polka dots. They were plastic and had cat eyes, and I instantly fell in love. I thought they were too outre, so I looked at other frames. But I kept ahold of them and couldn’t stop thinking about them. One arm was black with white polka dots and the other was white with black polka dots. Each arm has a little pink heart on the ‘hand’. After ten minutes, I gave up looking at other frames because this was the one I wanted. It’s Betsy Johnson, which I did not know beforehand. I loved them and they made me feel good about myself.