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I've seen it in almost every one of my friends' blogs. I've heard it from friends and family who don't have blogs. Everybody's unfocused, uncommunicative, lacking motivation/direction/purpose.


I haven't posted all that much lately because, when it comes right down to it, there are things I'm doing lately that I'm just not all that sure you'd understand give a flying rat's ass about. It seems like the things in my life since about Thanksgiving are of two types - either they're so goddamned boring that I don't WANT to record them for posterity, or they're so personal (read: whiny) that I would be embarrassed to have even one other person read them.

The strange part is that I read everyone else's entries and I know that it's highly unlikely that I'm going to remember any of them. In the end, you'd be surprised what you forget. There is a new tragedy somewhere every single day. Somebody's always writing a book or giving a speech or painting a picture that they hope will haunt your memory until you die, but the human mind is only capable of holding 5-7 (+/- 2) separate pieces of information at a time, so it's unlikely that I'm going to remember any single blog entry, just like I'm incapable of remembering the exact contents of a single letter I've ever received.

I feel bad, but not really.

I think that what this means is that, for a while, I'm moving to a more reality-based model. I am in the mood to spend more time with my friends. To see their faces and hear them tell me jokes. I am in the mood to leave my house and spend time with other people. Not that it's likely to happen, but for a while, if I'm feeling lousy, it'll be because of my inability to see people enough.

Just so you know.


Jan. 10th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)
Whoa. Did the earth start spinning backwards? Because I could swear you just said you want to spend time with people!