Writing Blogs:
I have a lot of blogs (as do a lot of people judging by the popularity of blog sites) and one thing I have noticed is that when I write them I rarely ever write what I was expecting to, I start the same and then the ideas I had for the middle get side tracked or I think of a better way to say things or I just generally get off topic, for one thing they are never the length I intend them to be I get onto a topic I am somewhat more passionate about than the starting topic and I let it all flow, also I don’t believe I publish them in the order I think I would (I write several at once so that when I have nothing to write I have something to post (I wrote the first 8 blogs of this blog in the one day)), then there is how frequently I post. I had this blog on my computer. Saved in word like this one is. And I decided that I would post one a week because I had three already and I knew I wouldn’t keep up the writing flow enough to post three at once, so I decided that I would pick a day, like Monday, to post my blog every week, so Monday came and I posted the first one, then next Monday came and someone in my house was expecting a phone call, and having dial up that meant I couldn’t post, Tuesday came and I forgot about it completely, Wednesday I was busy, Thursday my dad wanted help receiving an email, so I posted my blog, and then I thought, would Monday next week be too soon? Would Thursday be the day to change it to or should I post one every week never two but at least one on any random day of the week? (I think I will) it doesn’t actually matter at all because I am not popular, chances are nobody even reads my blogs (comment if I am wrong.) and if they do I don’t think they would return to my blog pages on the day especially to see my update. I know I wouldn’t.
Writing blogs is one thing reading them is something different. Although I did enjoy reading the entirety of my myspace blog, mostly because it showed me that I was completely insane, something I hadn’t realized fully until I looked at what I had to say of one day posted next to the next day I had something to say.
I shall have to repost them all on blogger, just for the amusement of a dead but insane unplanned un-topic-ed blog.
P.S. this blog was MUCH longer than I intended it to be. (And might not be worth sharing at all.)
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Days that sweep by as though they never existed:
Days that sweep by as though they never existed:
I thought I would keep this one short. As we tend to forget them, or think of them as just the time between more meaningful times.
I thought I would keep this one short. As we tend to forget them, or think of them as just the time between more meaningful times.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Happiness 1
Happiness (number one because I am sure there will be more):
I am now, happier than I have been in my entire life, this past week has set me up with a few challenges, I have felt both highs and lows, and somehow feel that I have witnessed a great deal of what I have suspected about the world for some time. That is that while we think of joy and despair as two totally separate things at far reaching ends of the spectrum. The world holds them both equally and together. I am aware that this sounds confusing so I will explain myself; I have recently entered into my first serious relationship (late for a reason but well worth the wait and suffering) and one evening this week found out that the night before while I was holding my boyfriend in my arms, my friend was seriously thinking of ending his life. It makes me think (as well as worry for my friend) that at this very instant as you read this, there is someone in the world attempting suicide, there is someone making love, there is someone being molested and someone watching their child’s first steps.
So far this week I alone have; felt fantastic love and loved whilst making love, felt worried for my friend and his life, felt confused to find a friend had stolen a car, felt bored as time passed while nothing happened, felt guilty for unknowingly help steal a car (from a boy who had been hit by a train), felt imaginative as I created my own music to my own song, felt frustrated by my blocked ear, felt out of place as a young friend decided to run away (over 1000 km away) and wanted my directions, felt pain as I ripped open my foot (accidentally), felt loved and cared for as my friends mum bandaged my foot, felt sorrow for a three way love affair in which I care for all the people involved and see no happy ending to, felt elated that I had received a free CD in the mail, felt joy at seeing a text message from my boyfriend, felt relief that my friends were still alive, felt amused at lesser concerns of people older than I, and most of all throughout everything, I have felt a wondrous joy and appreciation that my life is better than I thought it could ever be.
I am now, happier than I have been in my entire life, this past week has set me up with a few challenges, I have felt both highs and lows, and somehow feel that I have witnessed a great deal of what I have suspected about the world for some time. That is that while we think of joy and despair as two totally separate things at far reaching ends of the spectrum. The world holds them both equally and together. I am aware that this sounds confusing so I will explain myself; I have recently entered into my first serious relationship (late for a reason but well worth the wait and suffering) and one evening this week found out that the night before while I was holding my boyfriend in my arms, my friend was seriously thinking of ending his life. It makes me think (as well as worry for my friend) that at this very instant as you read this, there is someone in the world attempting suicide, there is someone making love, there is someone being molested and someone watching their child’s first steps.
So far this week I alone have; felt fantastic love and loved whilst making love, felt worried for my friend and his life, felt confused to find a friend had stolen a car, felt bored as time passed while nothing happened, felt guilty for unknowingly help steal a car (from a boy who had been hit by a train), felt imaginative as I created my own music to my own song, felt frustrated by my blocked ear, felt out of place as a young friend decided to run away (over 1000 km away) and wanted my directions, felt pain as I ripped open my foot (accidentally), felt loved and cared for as my friends mum bandaged my foot, felt sorrow for a three way love affair in which I care for all the people involved and see no happy ending to, felt elated that I had received a free CD in the mail, felt joy at seeing a text message from my boyfriend, felt relief that my friends were still alive, felt amused at lesser concerns of people older than I, and most of all throughout everything, I have felt a wondrous joy and appreciation that my life is better than I thought it could ever be.
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