Flakiness

I guess in a sense I'm a flaky person, especially in the online world. I can never make up my mind on one online handle. Hubby created one for himself and have been using it consistently since, as are most people. Me, on the other hand, change and change and change. When I was hot and heavy into online chatting, I'd change my nickname every 6 months or so. I didn't time it intentionally, that's about how long it takes till I get tired of my nickname, then I'd move onto a new one.

Same thing with my blog name. I started like a million of them. Okay, not a million, just a hand full. Each of them has a few entry, then I stopped blogging, then I start a new blog. Even my most faithful reader -- my husband -- said, "ANOTHER one??!" when I told him about this one. I think he finally stopped reading my blogs. :D But it's really not my blog. I started bananatreehouse back in San Diego. And I've never been more enthusiastic about blogging. Every day I'll have these ideas, yes, plural, about what I can write. Granted, most of them are not exactly meaningful entries, but it brought me great joy.

It was difficult to blog after I moved to the bay area because I hated my job so much that all I want to write about every day was all my stupid (grossly understated) coworkers and why I hate them and my job and the workplace and I didn't want my blog to turn into nothing but bitterness.

I subsequently started a few other blogs but always ended up thinking it's too tedious and stopped writing. Then I started a sister blog with a friend. Then I realized that a lot of my thoughts I'd rather her not find out... so, again, I stopped adding entries.

How did I start this blog again, AND it's looking strong? We laid out our apartment the same way we did in San Diego -- hubby and I placed our computers next to each other in the DINING room. Soon as I turned on this computer (owing to all the wonderful adware that rendered my laptop useless) all these blog entries just started to flow in my mind and I couldn't stop the urge to type them out and publish it so any victim who happen upon it can waste the few minutes of life to read my blog before realizing that there's nothing of substance here. Many a times, it's not even funny, even though I try my darnest to make my blog funny.

Maybe it's a feng shui thing -- putting desks in dining room next to your spouses's is good for writing. ;D