One of the biggest issues that came with the explosion of internet dating has yet to be resolved. Lonely people have evolved well past AOL chat rooms and yet the question still remains: If it works out, how do you explain where you met?
At a certain point, I think, the worry just goes away. A (genetically distant, geographically close) cousin met a boyfriend from New Jersey online. They’ve been married for five years now and are extremely happy, wonderful people. If you wait long enough the origin story doesn’t really mean much, I suppose.
I think about this a lot, not because I frequent the internet dating sites but because somehow I’ve meet quite a few people because of the internet. In fact, I often have a hard time explaining to people how I know Chris, let alone Corey. Uh… I started a blog he read then wandered into a radio host’s house. He was there?
Then again, relationships are weird offline as well. The story of Jon and I meeting is so complicated it’s stupid. Origin stories are often silly, and after a while they devolve into nothing more than anecdotes to tell mutual friends.
Four years ago I started a website with someone I sort of knew and a complete stranger. Over the last four years we added to the mix someone I knew in high school and wasn’t cool enough to hang out with and another complete stranger. All according to plan, you see.
I think about what we’ve done here the last four years and I’m not really sure what to make of it. Every year I sit down to write a post like this and I can come up with a distinct theme. Last year was pretty easy: I was graduating college and my life was supposed to change forever.
This year I’m not so sure what to write about, which is why today is three tomorrows later and I’m still staring at a half-finished post. I used to write these in one sitting and one sitting only, no exceptions. Suffice to say, things have changed.
Then again, obvious statements are obvious. Things absolutely have changed, and when you think about it for a while, that’s the point. Tonight I watched a hockey game with some people. Over half of that group were complete strangers a year ago. I often use sayings these people first introduced into my vocabulary. I am a different person than I once was.
Corey likes to say “exploring the space” when we talk about sports here, and for a while that explanation fascinated me. Hearing someone who read the Roost explain what we do has somehow become the modus operandi around here, at least for me.
When we first started we wrote a sort of manifesto that is fairly useless in the grand scheme of things. I read that four years later and the only response from my brain is that it’s been a while since I’ve seen Caddyshack. That’s it.
Introductions are always awkward, but what has worked best here is just doing it. When people tell me they want to start blogging I practically pull up the WordPress site and start them a username. Just do it. Put it out there and see what happens. The past four years of this site has been five guys intermittently meandering in front of a keyboard and it’s worked out pretty well.
In fact, what might be my favorite post of all time has absolutely nothing to do with sports. I went on vacation and saw a baseball game and all I wanted to write about was the Lincoln Memorial and all the food I ate. I think that sums me up nicely.
The point is this: I’m really happy things have worked out this way. We stumbled our way into writing here and somehow things panned out. Life’s momentum has given me an enjoyable job and I’ve met some wonderful people along the way. Somehow, this site is to blame for a lot of that.
Things are going to keep changing. They have to, I guess. One of these days I’m going to figure things out and maybe my life won’t have time for a few hundred words on the random things in my head. The one thing I know is that this has been good, and until it goes bad I plan on sticking around for another four years or so.
After a while, I think, the need for a reason just goes away.