Saturday, January 12, 2008
My one love.
It's been quite awhile since I blogged, here in my blogspot, for all my readers to see and indulge themselves immensely on someone else's life. I used to blog far more frequently back in the days - but I've simply grown out of it. It doesn't compel me anymore to lead my life as an open book. To let others know completely what is going on through my eyes. I have been blogging on my multiply account (for all of you who want to catch up), but that's different. Simply because it is only accessible to those who are in my contacts list (and I do not, absolutely do not, just add people there).
But I've missed it. Oh god, how I missed blogging. People asking me what's been happening, nagging me to update and write and write and write! I missed the thrill of it all. Staring in front of the monitor, waiting as your fingers tap away into the keyboard - seemingly taking a life of it's own. Oh it's wonderful, the feeling! It truly is! Such a remarkable thing, the human mind is. Specially when creativity just oozes from your ears. Mere ambiguous ideas being overridden by the desire to just keep going. You have no chance to stop and think, do what I'm babbling about make any sense at all? But you don't care! You don't stop to proof-read like you do with short stories, or journals, or long-overdue term papers! NO. You just keep typing. Life on a pen with lurid details simply do it better for me. It suits me. It is who I am. Shrewd, frank, a little bit insane, a spot of recklessness, but honest to life.
Lately, I've been seeing that I much prefer the company of my siblings than I do my friends (no offense meant there). It's just that sometimes, I feel as if my friends and I have nothing else to talk about than each other's lives! Stupid, really. And to tell you the truth, quite boring. I don't care much about what you are wearing, and you probably don't care much about what I am too. I need more from a conversation than non-stop gossip and backstabbing. Really. I need something more stimulating to the mind and the soul. I need to talk about books, literature, social events, politics, movies, television shows, history, art, ANYTHING ELSE RATHER THAN HER WEARING FAKE CHANEL'S. No one really cares. Everyone here does too - including you. Enough of the pretending for us. We aren't Upper East Siders, nor members of the ton, nor Bella Swan. We aren't whom we want to be. Let it go. Relax. Kick back. Watch a movie. Put your feet up. Drink coffee. Shop. Walk in the rain. Do something absolutely stupid.
That's close enough for jazz and good enough for rock and roll.
