We'll ignore the fact that I didn't own a computer until well into my mid twenties and therefore wouldn't have been able to entertain you with my witty ways and skip to the reasons you should be glad I didn't blog while in my twenties.
1. I was in nursing school which means you would have read a daily post about my newest disease/what I was dying from today. Nursing students are notorious hypochondriacs, developing the symptoms of whatever we are learning about.
2. There would have been a lot of pictures of our newly rearranged apartment and put-together furniture. Big test tomorrow? Hey, lets go to KMart and get a plant stand that needs to be put together. Oh, I don't like it there. Lets move the couch and see how it looks in that corner. Yup, we stress built cheap furniture and then moved the contents of our apartment around to avoid studying.
3. My blog posts would have read "Really?! Do they NOT know what 21 looks like?! I'm sorry I don't look like that old hag of a 30 year old that carded me. Again! How annoying.". You wouldn't know it to look at me now, but I was quite young looking. My friends got tired of going out with me. I attracted the rounds of carding everywhere we went.
4. I was a new nurse. I got sick. A lot. Turns out you have to build up an immunity to all those germs you come across on a daily basis. While you may not have caught anything through the computer screen, I'm sure I would have told every tale of my 104 fever/hacking a lung up/I'm dying episodes.
5. You would have tired of reading "I'm going to marry him!" after every first date. (although I was actually right on one occasion!)
6. My wedding plans would have consumed 10 months of blog posts. I don't think I talked about much else in that time period.
are only so many posts you can write on vomiting before you lose
readers. I had 3 kids in my 20's and hyperemesis with all of them.
There was a lot of vomiting.
8. Who wants to read about poopy diapers? Did I mention I had 3 kids in 3 years? There were a lot of poopy diapers. Poopy diapers consumed my life for years.
9. I may have been "that" new mother. You know, the one that had to regale every new smile, step, cute little nothing and picture.
10. I don't think I could string a full sentence together, never mind write a full post, without reverting to baby talk.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.