Blogging has been difficult. I have zero readers except for my wife and the few coworkers whom she bullies into reading my site, and some part of me prefers it that way. It's hard to write from the heart when everything you say online can be examined under a microscope. I once got in trouble at work because my boss found my Myspace page and thought "phone slave" was an inappropriate job description. In these uncertain times, the last thing I need is for a job to turn me down because of something on my website.
But what's the point of having a blog if you can't speak from the heart. The truth is that I'm complicated. I have a million thoughts swirling around in my head at all times and some of it is serious, some is funny and some is just "off." I get mad, I say things that are mean but that doesn't mean I'm not a good person. It just makes me human. The whole point of this site was to get my thoughts out there in written form and if someone found it useful, funny or whatever then great. If I keep everything bottled up because I'm afraid of how it'll be perceived then there is no reason to write in the first place.
So here it is lonely reader, the new, uncensored, untoned-down website of The One and Only, short, dark and handsome and sometimes lonely, Ordale J Allen. The hell anonymity. When it's all said and done, I want something that'll say "I was here."
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