The #1 reason I created I Will Dare back in 2000 and why I’ve kept at it for 20 years is because it amuses me. A lot. I was a lonely 28-year-old customer service rep living in a shitty apartment, I needed something to amuse me. A lot.
I Will Dare checks all my boxes. It lets me try my hand at graphic design, writing, and some technical stuff. Granted there was way more technical stuff back in 2000 when you had to write HTML to get a blog to work (thanks four chapters of HTML for Dummies), but I don’t miss that as much.
Aside: As I am typing this Wendell is making me play fetch. I toss a red pipe cleaner as far as I can get it to go and then he fetches it and brings it back. I suppose you probably know how fetch happens.
Today I changed the header on I Will Dare to be a parody of Sweet Valley High book covers, specifically SVH #1 Double Love. I giggled with glee the entire time I was working on this. It took me much longer to complete than I had anticipated.
Why? I’m glad you asked. It’s because Sister #3 called my mom last Friday crying about how I was writing lies about her on my website. After an initial flare of anger I calmly explained to my mom how I know what I wrote, I don’t regret it, and I’m willing to deal with the consequences. I also told her how I’ve spent the last 10+ years tip-toeing around Sister #3’s lies and drama and I’m done. I told my mom I was going to write about my life and that Sister #3 can be mad about it forever if she wants. I’ve done everything I can to help her.
Remember how I negotiated a work from home day at my last corporate job so I could help her with child care? Remember every #TibbleSummer? Remember how I took in her oldest son so he could get out of jail even though the last time I saw him before that he stormed out of my house telling me to fuck off with a bottle of my vodka down his pants?
Apparently she doesn’t. Because all my love and support and back-breaking aunt acrobatics have gotten me bupkis. She’s still angry and trying to turn our parents against me.
So yeah, be mad forever. I’ve done all I could and loved with my entire heart. I regret nothing.
And wanna know what I super don’t regret? That bitchen header. It delights me every time I look at it and who couldn’t use a little bit of delight right now?