Either I'm much less self-absorbed than I used to be, or I'm a hell of a lot less self-assured that my problems and musings are of any interest to anyone. Maybe blog overload makes everyone seem less important. Probably, though, my problem is that I never finish anything, so the prospect of having a blog, a thing that never ends, is at once horrifying and freeing. There is no deadline, so there's nothing to fuck up. And if this becomes another of those abandoned little corners of the internet, collecting cyber dust, then I am assured that at least I did my part to contribute to the evidence of the anemic nature of 99% of the creativity on earth.
Shit, I guess I am still really self-absorbed.
The solution can only be blogging.
This is really just a fresh stab at chronicling my life, something I was once really good at but have for years forgotten how to do properly, and if you tally up all of the drinking and academic bullshit that I've crammed into my head, there's no room for a long-term personal memory. So this is for me, so that I stop forgetting what I've done and where I've been. If you enjoy it, then great.
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