I'm Kat. My journal revolves around me, but you could have guessed that. Truth is, I’ve always loved talking about myself, but it wasn’t until I got on LJ that it became socially acceptable. It isn’t that I’m egocentric. Most of the time I’m pretty humble and tend to put other people first, but my journal is where I get to say all the things I wouldn’t say out loud.
I talk about men quite a bit. I’m currently in the process of trying to rip off my Perpetually Single Girl mask and stomp it into the mud, but with little success thus far. Still, there are men, there will always be men crawling out of the woodwork. I’m a twenty-four-year-old with a ready heart, for heaven’s sake!
And, for as long as there are men, there will be infrequent heartbreak and disappointment in the male species. I talk about those, too. But please, dear potential male readers, do not let that discourage you. I always want to hear the male side of the story, the male perception of my mistakes, or maybe even score a cyber high-five from the dudes.
The unfortunate side effect of my mathematical brain and my sentimental heart is the constant overanalyzing. I try not to immortalize too much of it as written word, but I fear quite a bit of it sneaks right past me.
Although I might scream through the clicks of my keyboard or stop typing to wipe off an occasional tear, I refuse to author a sob-fest. No miserable entry of mine is complete without a pinch of comedic relief, usually at my own expense.
I’m not boy-crazy. Well, maybe a little bit, but I like to think there is more to me. For example, I love commas and metaphors to death. Oh yeah, and then there’s that whole ambition thing I seem to have caught. It isn’t the ideal condition to be in while on the bottom rung of the career ladder, but I make do and always carry some tissues.
Good point! You probably would like to know what it is I do, just in case you are horribly prejudiced against certain professions. I have bad news for you here: I work in Finance. It’s barely been a month since I snagged this job and I’m still learning, but I enjoy it almost as much as I enjoy dystopian fiction, regardless of the long hours, the stress, and still feeling like I don’t know anything.
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to avoid the direction of an online dating profile or a cover letter with this, so I should probably find an elegant way of ending before it’s too late. Maybe just a few more notes (you see, I don’t even know you yet and I’m already finding it impossible to tear myself away):
Clearly, I get verbose. You might be the kind of a person that’s perfected the lightning-fast scroll through the longer entries in your feed. If so, let’s not go there. Let’s not hurt any feelings.
I don’t typically cover the more controversial topics. I don’t have much of a political view, I have nothing against religions, and I doubt I would have survived college without my gay friends. I can’t think of anything I would say in my entries that might offend the masses (unless calling all you “masses” is offensive. If so, sincere apologies). I do curse sometimes, either when I’m mad or when I forget I’m supposed to be classy.
I already admitted to my age. It might be best if you, dear potential readers, are at least in your twenties. There aren’t many adult themes in my journal to date, mainly because there aren’t many adult themes currently in my life, but I will surely want to write about any action I get. Plus, I’m starting to feel a bit of detachment from all my younger still-at-school friends who don’t understand why I go to sleep so early and party so little.
Finally, as much as I love mental exercise, reading, and ambiguity, it's sometimes hard to infer whether that Bob you refer to in your entries is your boyfriend, your dog, or your uncle. if you decide to add me, do tell me a bit about yourself!