Identity First.

Allow me to introduce myself, c'mon. My name HOV, H to the O-V.

Just kidding.

My name is unimportant, and I'll never reveal it here. If I wanted you to know it was me, I would have given you a ring on the telefono. But since I carefully worded my sentences and sidestepped your probes the last time we talked, it's not unreasonable to assume, in this instance, that I don't want to tell you all of my business. That's not true. Assume - you'd still me making an ass out of me and you.

I want to tell you everything - show you everything - I just don't want you to know that it's me.

This is the first blog I've written in a long time. I used to occasionally post blogs on myspace.com, but I stopped. I would like to sound noble and condescending and assert that I was too good for that forum, but alas, it isn't true.
What is true is that I stopped writing. Not just blogs - but journals - poems - screenplays - stories.
Some of you say so what, big deal? It's a big deal for a person like me, who wrote prolifically for over a decade, and then one day, almost a year ago, it just dried up.
I haven't any ideas that I want to devote the time to - well, that's not wholly accurate. Maybe it's the energy.
Or it could be the paralyzing fear. After all, I am scared alot.
Of the dark, mostly. Unfortunately, I'm not joking. I'm 24 years old and the darkness terrifies me. When I was younger, I thought the boogie man would come. I guess I still think that - except now the boogie man is real and he'll stab you and rob you and take things that you can never get back. He lurks in the shadows, waiting outside the barred windows of the bathroom and bedroom, anticipating the moments when the lights go off and everything fades to black... the moment he can creep in...
But I'm waaaay off topic.

I guess I never identified that there was a topic. But there is. I thought if I wasn't going to tell you my name, I could at least tell you the reason I call my blog yesterday's favorites. There are several reasons - one is pure vanity - being that my name does mean favorite. The others, they are less self centered but still connected to my visions and ideas, of course.

A friend and I were discussing how what we love one day may be "ahh, blah" the next. Hence yesterday. Another thought that crossed my mind was the speed with which we pass through phases - I don't if it's this country, or the world. One day everyone loved Michael Phelps and Chris Brown - the next, they are dethroned. I'll get into that stuff in another blog, but yes, I feel like we move so fast that we forget to appreciate or that we're on to something new, constantly chasing a feeling that mimics our first experience, when that experience can never be replicated. It's the same conundrum that the drug addict faces - chasing, chasing, losing, losing.

Wow, I'm really somber today - my apologies. And I'm only going to apologize this once, cause I could be somber for days on end and I don't want to continually apologize for what I am - today, tomorrow, or yesterday.