I’m apparently an interesting person. I will call this statement into question, but I can’t deny that some people think I am. What I will admit to be is a little bit strange, kind of out there, and lucky enough to have a lot of experiences.
I just moved back into my parent’s house after teaching English is South Korea, which people will tell you is interesting, but I promise you it’s not. Everyone teaches English in South Korea, or at least, they know someone who has. Of all the places to live abroad and teach English, South Korea is easily the least exciting of them all. Seriously.
I’m driving cross-country to move my life far away from everything I hold dead (except my fantastic best friend) in about a month to begin grad school, which could be interesting to me, but everyone does something like that at some point…
So I’ll admit that I’m not so much with the interesting, although I suppose everyone is entitled to their opinion. What I am not now is a writer, but once upon a time I was a fairly decent one. It has been far, far too long since I did anything writing related, and thus my craft has atrophied. I need to start writing. If I can write one blog entry daily, aimed at other people (and perhaps people I don’t know, to work on exposition and not being boring as fuck).
I do work in a pet store, sometimes that’s interesting. You get peed on and bit by all sorts of exciting things. Did you know leopard geckos could scream? I didn’t. And the tiniest, cutest, most adorablest baby leopard gecko in the world screamed as I picked him up and moved him to his new cage. It was alarming and high pitched and given that he was just seated in the palm of my hand I couldn’t have been hurting him, but still “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!” I was also urinated on by the unholy creature they call a ferret. Amazingly ferret pee smells better than cat pee, which I did not expect. You see, this is where the interesting thing comes back into play. I think all my stories about animals and tiny animal factoids are pretty interesting, but then you share them at parties and watch people’s eyes glaze over. There’s a certain type of person that cares about screaming leopard geckos and the fact that your ferret is un-littertrainable and that it feels really weird when a gourami jumps down your shirt. This is not most people. I guess I am interesting, but I’m a specialized kind of interesting.
Either way, interesting or not, I used to have two discernable talents (writing and the care and keeping of animals) and now I only have one because my writing is so atrophied. I started this once as a way to hold me accountable for my writing, and it worked for a very short amount of time. The thing is, a very short amount of time is way better than no time, and thusly I’m giving this a second shot.
Who knows, maybe I’ll turn out to be interesting AND well-written.
