Beginnings and forgotten birthdays

The birthday issue I wrote about is not a big deal. A few days after it happened, I forgot about it significantly. A combination of notes and conversations with friends made me snap out of it. Gabby said she forgot her husbands birthday one year, and felt horrible. Even though they probably also had kids and jobs and a crazy NYC life at the time, I’ll accept it as being a similar situation. And seeing that her and her husband have been together 10 years, going strong, two beautiful and happy girls, they have something right. So, if after 2 years he has already forgotten, I have to accept that It isn’t something he thinks is important. He may forget every year, unless Facebook reminds him. And that’s ok.

I want to confess that I wrote a couple of entries over at prosebox. I kept reading about it, got curious, and thought maybe it isn’t an awful idea to have a backup in case this place disappears. It reminds me of that old place, Diaryland, which may even still exist. It’s very basic right now, kind of empty but gaining new members, escaping from OD, by the minute. I really like the layout of OD, and the ability to read more about a person without having to go through millions of entries. Although some people I immediately find so interesting, I end up spending hours reading years of entries anyway.

Maybe it will be a transition, maybe it will fail. Maybe my space over there will never be returned to again, left to die like my Diaryland site. I still go to OD first to check my favs, even though 95% of them are gone, or update once a year or so. Something about this website clicked with me, and made me stay when all the others were boring and pointless. I hope to find another OD, if this one can’t be saved. I do like it here, as many of us do/did. If I must move on, so be it, I’m ready.