I have been expressing myself in 420 characters on a social networking site for a little over a year now when today a friend suggested that I start a blog.
As I began to type my heart raced, the sweat beaded on my brow. My mind channeled thoughts and the words flowed from my core to my fingers, pecking the keyboard sending the insanity from my head to the screen in front of me. Slowly, I pecked, afraid; looking back at the words as though I was being chased. The anxiety of selecting the “Post” option only to see the box appear denying my ability to share, telling me that I had exceeded the maximum 420 characters. The emotion of having to back track, rearranging a thought that had been random, abbreviating words that no one should ever abbreviate, slaughtering the English language and my heart felt ramblings, poems or birthday wishes to adhere to the 420 character limit. As the paragraph grew so did the feeling of unease.
Gently my hand reached for the mouse, my heart once again racing. With the slightest move I laid my palm to rest on the device, my fingers clutched it delicately. Slowly, with the precision of a sober surgeon I rested the flashing arrow on the “Publish Post” my tongue rolled from my mouth moistening my lips, my eyes closed tightly, I inhaled… and CLICK!
