I have no mind for keeping an actual blog. the sort that informs you of my daily life and all the witty witticisms I dispense liberally therein to anyone in ear-shot. not my thing.
could be that the moments I have free to start pouring forth life thoughts are moments like these: too early in the morning when half my brain is still quite asleep. diction and syntax are ridiculously out of whack and, well, a well-formulated story/argument is hard to come upon half-asleep.
could be that my daily life is dull, continuous and devoid of drama.
could be because when anything does occur of drama-esque possibilities, I let it turn over in my mind for a few days and then spill it out (oh-so-graciously) upon one of my friends in a sort of rant. because they rant back I don’t feel too awful about my occasional spills.
or it could be because I actually don’t want the general public viewing the real me. the valleys and mountains are equally freakish and I’d like to think there are some people in the world who consider me a somewhat mature, somewhat stable adult. (I thank you people for your blissful ignorance.)
on the other hand, there are so few readers of this blog aside from my parents (I know this because WordPress lovingly informs me of my un-popularity in chart form,) and most non-parent readers are quite familiar with my unstable and immature behavior…
this is where I forget where I was going with this…
a point, possibly made or untouched from the above statements, is that I enjoy avoiding drama. it’s comfortable. for the sake of avoiding boredom, I do tend to get interested in other people’s drama, but I don’t envy them. I like my life. I like the drama-less ease with which each week completes itself. and yet…
drama doesn’t avoid me nearly as neatly. silly drama.
