Where’s the Punchline? is One Year Old

It’s time to to spread lots of cake over its face and invite a bunch of people over who are supposed to be its friends but in fact mean nothing to it because it is only one and has no idea what’s going on. Oho ho ho, kids grow up so quickly these days soon it will be asking me what a douchebag is and bringing dates home and slowly losing its sprightliness and naiveté to the growing burden of responsibility. Hopefully in that order.

Since that fated day one year ago when I birthed Where’s the Punchline? into  cyberworld I haven’t been given  a column where I can toss out witty bon mots whilst getting paid, nor have an award winning sitcom nor have received monetary gains or any amount of fame. So the original reason I started the blog has not come into fruition whatsoever. I’m probably just going to pack this up now.

I suppose I have gotten better at writing, though. Certainly the act of writing, which was once always accompanied with a twinge of anxiety, now feels like a routine thing I do on a regular basis. And the other day someone told me a post I had written really affected them which was absurd yet completely touching and I luckily managed to stop myself from making an ill-timed joke to cover my awkwardness. That day a small layer of my calcified heart fell away and the warm interior pulsed a little harder.

So maybe I’ll keep doing this little project after all.

~ by aconno on August 17, 2009.