Why I've been avoiding blogs...

I'm a perfectionist, and I take myself too seriously.

As a result, I graduated from college with a 4.0, the pursuit of which kept me too busy to blog or do anything else, and I have an annoying desire to edit anything I write. I have too many interests and would be a news junkie if I could be. I over-analyze myself, those around me and obscure ideas.

In short, I knew before I dared so much as to read a blog that I would become enmeshed in what I now know as the blogosphere. I don't have time for this, and besides, the word itself is awkward, possibly because it rhymes with "slog."

I am responsible to a fault and perhaps a bit paranoid.

I cannot write a letter to the editor of my local newspaper because I may have cause to regret having done so, either through some carelessness of my own or the misinterpretation I know that whatever words escape me will be subject to.

I can also be quite indecisive.

In the end, though, I have arrived at The Foggy Bank and moved in, more or less, with one coffee pot, three tea pots and 16 kinds of tea.