Shallow Be My Name

Last night I couldn’t sleep.  I found myself tossing and turning while ideas, topics and sentences relentlessly floated in and out of my consciousness. It was a veritable word fest. And so it seems that I am overwhelmed with the enormity of this undertaking.  I have to admit that the sudden realization that I have committed to sharing my thoughts and ideas about being and becoming shallow is rather daunting.  Can I really do this?  What am I going to write about? Does writing about being shallow make me less shallow? My Mother doesn’t have a computer so will anyone read this? And if they do, will they like it?  Will they care? What have I done?

Fortunately the light of dawn brought with it the much-needed perspective I had been missing.  I’ve paid my 17 bucks.  I’m in.

This is it. I’m finally getting the Shallow Blog started.  If I can stay off my computer games long enough, this could actually work.

It’s taken quite a while for me to get to this place.  Friends have been imploring me to write, to get this thing off the ground, but I needed time to ponder just what should go in a blog like this one.  I have tried to explain to them that being shallow comes with baggage, not the least of which is never really getting around to actually doing what you say you are going to do.

Just ask my family.  All of those little bottles of shampoo and conditioner that I religiously collect (and so, by the way, do you) from the multitude of hotels I stay in. They are still sitting on my bathroom vanity waiting for me to figure out what to do with them and why I take them in the first place. The credit card invitations I get in the mail that I used to be able to throw out but no longer can lest my identity be stolen by some poor homeless person who, upon sifting through the bags of garbage in my back lane, decides he or she would like the chance to flash a platinum American Express card with my name on it the next time they are shopping at Holt’s.  Not shredded yet. And this shallow blog. Originally conceived almost ten years ago during the many wonderful lunches I shared with my bff Kevin who, like me, leans towards all things shallow.  Still not written. Until today that is.

Today is the day.  Today I put pen to paper, fingers to keys.  Today I come out of the proverbial closet (not that one) and reveal myself to the world for who I really am.  I am shallow and proud of it.  So here I go.  I’m not sure I’ll write something every day, or even every week.  I’ll write when I have something to say.  It could be instructive or informative, funny or even a little sad. Whatever it is, it will help you to better understand what it is like to be shallow and proud, and maybe, just maybe, you will see some benefit in adopting this often maligned approach to life.  And if you don’t, you can buy a T-shirt or mug that I am sure I will eventually try to hawk from this site.  I’ll leave that to you.

Yes, for better or for worse, the Shallow Blog is born.