From the Present:

Today as I enter my fourth month of the 2Points4Honesty project.  Recently, I’ve become a bit introspective about the whole thing and re-visiting my motives.  But before diving into any of this, I want to thank those readers who’ve sent me positive feedback about the site, your comments are very appreciated.

Onto doubtful introspection and malicious ferret people:

All you need to do is click on the A-a-a-about! for an explanation of why I decided to publish my journal entries, starting way back in the second grade. In four months we’ve sped through two years, I’ve fallen in and out of Tire Swing Love, skinned some snakes, and ran nakedly through life.

But I guess some of this current introspection is a result of me wondering if I might not have admitted to myself at the time of starting this project one of the motives for doing it. I don’t really see it as coincidence that I started it at the same time the strongest, most hope laced relationship I had ever had dissolved and I started a long journey of redefining future plans and present living. Losing love is not like losing a loved one. It’s like losing every loved one at once, while being tortured by malicious ferret people who use their claws and their knowledge of Victorian literature to rain suffering down upon you. Basically, it’s the suckiest thing ever to come to Suckville.

Assuming this project continues, one day you’ll read all about this seemingly sublime relationship that never crossed love’s finish line. And maybe its dissolution did play a significant part in deciding to share personal journal entries with the world at large. Losing that person I could tell everything to, left a void, and with today’s technology, sometimes the anonymous world at large can step in and become that place , instead of that person, who you nakedly express yourself to . . .

. . . or maybe it’s one of the other “real” reasons I’ve considered might be at heart here . . .

In any case, all of that is decade and a half from now. Fifteen years ago today, I was too busy overusing the phrase “Boy!”, finding lost cats, backpacking in the Black Hills, and watching my ducks grow to worry about any of this.

From the Past:

September 12th, 1996 – Age 11

Boy, it’s been a while. I went to the Black Hills backpacking about two weeks ago. The Migirers came (That is supposed to read “Maguires”, so apparently at age 11 I couldn’t spell my middle name yet [Hey! Lay off. These things take time]). We found Gabby (our lost cat) and school is back. Boy there’s a lot to learn. I’m been doing a pretty good job on crystals and fossils for the rock show. I’ll try to write more often. Boy are the ducks growing.

Out of 12 we have ten now. I had to kill one because it had a broken leg. My ducks are Lightning, Quacks, Goosy, Scrooge, Donald and Midnight (named after 12am).

The others (the ducks belonging to my other brothers) are Mageuoog, Kirk Web, and Sunshine (That would have been my 9 year old brother, Tyler, who loved to name things sunshine).

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