There is a chill in the air. A silent thrill that is refusing to go unheard. And just as that fog, shrouding me in a thick veil of uncertainty, starts to dissipate, I hear her words. Soft, but hard-hitting nevertheless.
“Um, so about that new blog idea of yours…”
“What about it?” I ask, puzzled.
“Uhh, why don’t you tell me?”
I spring to my feet with a new vigour. The sun is out, the birds are chirping, their trill is clear. The fog, you see, is never of consequence, because as much importance as you give it, the more it comes in your way.
“You know what, Mom. That’s a fantastic idea.”
This blog’s purpose is to assemble my life in bits and pieces; in a hasty compilation of broken stories which carry weight and meaning to me. I wish I could give these stories a genre; or even an emotion. But I can’t.
I mean, sure; I can promise a bit of sardonic humour, at best; but the unpredictability of where life will take me teaches me not to make any promises.
But a few constants that time itself cannot take away from me, are my muses. I present to you; all the inspirations in my life which have left me broken, and reeling, and in pure agony. I present to you, A Chlamydia List, an assemblage of lovingly named factors that push me over every edge, and over every hurdle that comes my way.
The name itself, is a shameless reference to the Netflix series Lovesick, which follows the story of Dylan, who is diagnosed with the STD; and must then recall his every special someone; every single one. This blog is a collection of all my special someones and somethings. Someday, even every single one of them.
A Chlamydia List.
So these inspirations, whether human or not, basically ensure that I’d never run out of content for WordPress in a million years. So, thank them, really.
If you ever feel like grabbing a dose of young love; and teen angst; and every drama that high school brings with it, you’ve stumbled upon the right place. This blog, however aptly named, should always be your go-to website; your happy place; to discover what it’s like to be young again.
Vent, discover, relate. I think that’s what this blog is all about. But again, more importantly, abandoning Riverdale for teen drama needs is a must; you deserve better.
Maybe a few years down the line, I’ll look back and smile or shed a few tears. Maybe the ghosts of days gone by will continue to haunt me through these little posts of mine; and just maybe, on the hunt for a few emotions, I’ll find myself.
Okay, for the last time, I don’t care what you meant, Ma. This Introductions post on A Chlamydia List, which definitely is my new blog and baby, is happening now; whether you like it or not. Thanks for the inspiration and all.