So I’ve been trying for weeks … well at least one day each week … the guilt-ridden day … to write something about me for the “About” page. I can’t do it. I mean, I can. And I will. But I won’t be happy. And it’ll take me a long time. I still won’t be happy.
I can say the most embarrassing and appalling things about myself — as evidenced by this blog and my column — but say something real about myself? Gads. The horror!
The most terrifying sentence in the English language is: “Pam, why don’t you take a moment to tell us all something about yourself.”
Seriously? Just shoot me now.
How does one condense the ginormous superficiality of me into a succinct montage of personal facts and accurate detritus that will make me seem not so, well, me, but more, well, like someone worth knowing and engaging in conversation? I have no answer to that.
The stupid part is that it’s my site, I can say asinine things, fabricate details even, in my “About” section. I don’t have to make myself sound brilliant in 89 words or less. I can use 1,000 words to make myself sound mediocre. Shoot, it’s my blog, and I can lie if I want to … and I would, too, if it weren’t for this dang biography phobia-thing.
Thusly, in reference to my last entry about minor Pam-fails, I believe, reader BFF Mary, we can pull out the big guns for this one:
Pam’s mini-biography neurosis = epic fail at: pam(at)viewfromthenorth40.com
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March 27, 2010 at 10:57 pm
Bff mary
Oh dear…. Are we having another pity party for Pammy again?????? Last time I was sympathtic to your plight, I got chastised for being gullible…… Never again…. Pull your head out and stop worrying about it! We’ll love ya no matter what ya write ! Isn’t that what it’s all about anyway? :). Go Pammy!