I am starting this blog in an act of defiance.
A month or so ago, I met a very cool girl. We were both in a less than enthused state about where we were, which happened to be a Mary Kay party (another topic for another day) and realized that we were both mostly disgusted by the fact that we had somehow gotten swindled into attending this "free make over" which was actually just a bunch of college+ aged gals gathered in a sketchy warehouse in Springville by some creepy faced railroad tracks rubbing mysterious concoctions on our own faces that would supposedly lessen the dark circles under our eyes.
I remember driving home smiling despite everything because "very cool girl" had made the trip worth it. I didn't know if I would ever actually hang out with her, but she reminded me that there are still friends to be made in the world. And it was also really nice to know that despite the 4 month old manchild waiting for me at home I still retained a little of my social personality and could still make people smile.
After innocently browsing her facebook page and blog, I began to worry,
"What will this hip, ravishing and hilariously outgoing college girl think if she ever found out I play WoW?"
The truth is, I feel like this all the time. I like video games. I like comic books. I like to read. I like to read about the history of the world, and why all your base are belong to us. I shamelessly wonder how magical it would be to cosplay as Tetra from Windwaker at a convention or to even SEE someone dressed as Tetra at a convention. I have on multiple occasions asked my husband if I could color my hair pink, because I think Lightning is such a babe.
But I also like to bake. I like to craft. I like to talk to my son about how he's going to grow up to be the most handsome man the world has ever seen and how he's going to play football and be a star. I like to make dinner for my husband. I want my house to look like a tiny collection of the example rooms at IKEA. I want my Etsy shop to be a huge success. I want to paint masterpieces that are pretty enough to hang in my living room. I want to make the bunting, cupcake, succulent garden, blah blah blah. I want to be healthy and able to wear red skinny jeans. I want to Instagram.
I don't want to offend anyone by implying that a bunting crafter can't also be an accomplished minecrafter.
Because obviously, that's not true. I can prove it to you in so many ways.
I just think about these things a lot and I also want a place to write how I
really feel.
I have always felt an incredible amount of pressure as a blogger to not offend. Not be too
out there. There was once a time when I wanted my blog to be amazing and huge like the many that exist at this time with thousands of followers. The kind that hold giveaways that attract hundreds more.
But I felt like when I was striving for that, I lost my confidence in writing about things I cared about. (Which is probably backwards, huh.)
When I stopped caring, I stopped blogging. I stopped caring because I realized it was stupid. I stopped blogging because I suspected that most of the followers I had accumulated were probably not interested in hearing about how many snobby little kids I ganked while stomping around Newerth as Maliken. So I'm moving on.
Welcome to Dishes & Durotar.
I'm going to dive in, now.