It’s raining. Has been for days. Tropical storm Debbie (or is that Debby? whatever) is deciding what direction to travel. In the meantime, there are torrential night rains, tornado warnings and dismal, not sunny days. Not entirely unexpected this time of year in Florida. Oops! Did I reveal something I shouldn’t have? Will this little geographical factoid be noted by someone, somewhere. In my profile? LOL
As I struggled yesterday to finish a post that, frankly, suffered from a lack of inspiration and creativity, I found myself thinking about how everywhere (“really? everywhere?”) you visit on the computer they want you to set up an account. Somwhere on that account’s setup page there is a section entitled “Profile”. This is the place where the powers that be want you to tell/describe to everyone (in the entire world) all manner of things about yourself. I have several thoughts on this topic.
What first came to mind was the instant recognition and acknowledgement about one of the basics about yours truly. How and why this happened has everything to do with cereal. I came home from work yesterday a little after 4. No one was home. The first thing I did was to feed Zoey, our black Labrador. (Her stomach clock knows exactly what time it is) That done, I suddenly remembered I had purchased a box of cereal the other day. Raisin Bran to be exact. No substitutes either. Kellog’s Raisin Bran. With “2 scoops of raisins in every box”.
Here’s the kicker. I had forgotten I bought this box! Me!! Cereal Queen for many decades forgot the purchase of this 25.5 oz box of culinary delight. Unbelievable, but you see, it has been over a year since I bought dry cereal. I had gotten on a kick of preparing and eating oatmeal (the real stuff. not instant) every morning. Preferably with sliced banana (blueberries if in season), a heavy dash of cinnamon and a little wheat germ sprinkled for the extra B kick.
Anyway, as I reached into the cupboard for a mug it hit me. I could now participate in sharing profile(s) for any one of my internet “accounts” – this blog for starters, the FB, etc). I can begin with the fact that I have always loved cereal. But more than that, I can share the manner in which I eat it – only (if not straight out of the box and that depends on the kind of cereal) out of a cup or mug. Absolutely no bowls. And the spoon must be the larger kind. In ancient days it may have been described as the “soup” spoon. The bigger one, the tablespoon. No small teaspoons. I mean, what’s the point. Many of you will recognize the instant advantage to the mug over the bowl. Yes, the bottomless cup of cereal! (heads up. the mug thing also applies to ice cream. I have not had a “bowl” of ice cream in decades)
This tiny bit of introspection and acknowledgement got me to thinking in terms of retrospect. Damn if I wasn’t looking back on my life and thinking this wasn’t such a bad idea. (geez, a clark dwelling on the past? never! clarks are of the future man. the future. lol) Girlie under the microscope. I can handle it. Certainly, it hasn’t been a bad thing revealing my views on the proper way to eat cereal, right?
I am not saying Profile and About pages are bad or unnecessary but can’t you tell what a person is like simply by how they write and by the topics they write about? Style and topic. For example, if you are familiar with the Wakefield Doctrine then you have the ability to know an awful lot about a person simply by reading what they write and how they write (as a reflection of how they view the world). Some of our most enjoyable writers are rogers. They have that easy going, go with the flow way of putting words together. But what else can you tell about a person simply by what is contained in their profile? Many people embelish their profiles, heck, maybe even “create” special ones just for people who have never met them and most likely never will. “What does it matter” is the rationalization.
Perhaps the constant prompting for writing a profile is a simple tool for us to self-evaluate and take stock of where we’ve been, where we should be and where we want to be. I’m thinking it’s time to write an honest profile. This will entail deep thought, courage, and I’m afraid many, many more boxes of cereal.