I just downloaded an archived zip file of every blog entry I ever wrote on my original FalknerIsFalkner blog. Which, as far as I can tell, is going to be automatically shut down soon. Apparently Xanga's going to be changing its format to a pay-only blog site, kept alive only through a Kickstarter campaign. I plan on not paying. FalknerIsFalkner will finally, truly, be dead.
This is a very weird moment for me. FalknerIsFalkner was a very important part of my development as a human being, I think. I chronicled every terrible decision I ever made during college on that blog (even if most of it was painfully vague). I also recorded the good times, of course, but it was always the awful stuff that made for the most interesting reading.
Of course, in retrospect, most of it can probably summed up in one of two phrases: either, "Relationships are harder than teenagers will ever truly realize," or, "Waffles are best as nouns, not verbs." Suffice to say, I was a spectacularly emo young man once upon a yesteryear, patently aware of it mind you, but still somehow managing not to do a damn thing about it. My goodness, how much heartache I could've avoided in my early 20's simply by having a friggin' spine.
But for all its emo-tastic-ness, the blog kept me a lot more levelheaded than perhaps I might've been. I was able to get my thoughts out, physically look at them, and determine where to go from there. I felt saner when I blogged, like my opinion actually mattered to someone, even when it didn't. I'll forever be grateful for that.
For all its naturally-baked-in nostalgia, though, FalknerIsFalkner will always be a surreal experience for me to look back on. I feel like I barely resemble that man anymore, which I have to admit is a good thing all things considered. I no longer concern myself with my own self-worth; I am, by definition, worthy of myself, after all. I no longer worry about my relationships statuses. I'm a blissfully married man and suddenly father of a bouncing baby boy; I'd say my relationships status is pretty taken.
I no longer worry about the future. I can genuinely say now, "The future will worry about itself," which is something I could never do before. I used to live in utter dread of what the future held, because I knew so little about it, or more specifically my place within it. Now I understand that my place is wherever I make it. And there are worse things than fitting into a groove to which you did not expect yourself to associate.
And make no mistake about it, I never expected to find myself associated with the life I currently lead. Joel the B.? Baggage Handler for Delta Air Lines? In Arizona? How did I even get here?
Well, by car, for starters. By marriage, loosely. But most importantly... by my own choosing.
I am here because I chose to be here. This is my life because I chose it. There is no waffling to be had anymore; my life has become my own, for better and worse. And I am quite convinced that being at the helm of one's own life is a far better state of affairs than ever letting anyone else steer your course, regardless of the outcome.
So here I am. In Mesa, Arizona. At 3:13 on a Thursday morning, Pacific Standard Time. Blogging about how I used to be such an emo blogger. And wondering how I ever did this whole "surviving on four hours of sleep" thing on a regular basis.
*shrug* I guess I am getting older, after all.