A Detour Is a Choice Between Two Tasks, Each With Its Own Pros And Cons

Well!  It’s February!  Would you look at that!  I feel like such a shithead for not writing here for the past three weeks.  Seriously, like I couldn’t sleep last night because my mind was racing with things I wanted to write about.  I know I’m not really accountable to anyone with regards to this blog because no one reads it, but the whole reason I started writing here wasn’t to become some famous-on-the-internet blogger.  It was more for my peace of mind than anything, because writing clears my head tremendously, and it’s actually something I’ve been doing mentally my whole life.  Seriosuly, when I was younger, I would just imagine how some writers would set down the most mundane daily events of my life in my head, narrating everyday shit to myself, like “As she exited her school building, Meredith scanned the mass of cars in the parking lot for her father’s distinguishable red [whatever kind of car that was].  She spotted it easily, strode over, and climbed in, pulling the door shut behind her.”  WHAT?  What is that, internet?  It’s so frightening that things like that happen in my head, but that’s something that happens all the time.  Only, uh, I think I’m a better writer now than I was when I would’ve thoguht something like that, which was 5th grade.  I mean, a better writer in my head.  And in real life too, I guess, but I ain’t tryin to give myself props here, people.  That’s your job.  Man, probably the only reason I have friends is because I’ve never told anyone about that habit, ever. 

Another reason I write is summed up in one of my favorite quotes: “Writing is opening up a crack just wide enough to let some light into you, and some you onto the page, so that the next person feels less alone”.  I hope someday someone stumbles across what I have written here and sees something they can relate to, apply to their life, or just laugh at because they’ve been there before.  That’s what I want.  And in the meantime, if it means that a little light is let into me in the process, so that I figure out something abut myself as well?  All the better, I say.  It’s why I keep this up and why I don’t really think I’ll ever be able to stop writing; it’ll always go on, I hope, in some capacity.  And that quote, by the way, was taken from one of these, believe it or not. 

So, ok, I sat down to write an update with some of the silly and, yes, mundane things that have been going on in my life, and ended up accidentally getting all philisophical on your ass.  It happens.  Next time, maybe, I can tell you all about dancing with creepers and my thoughts on Keira Knightley.  But for now, I have to go learn how to write a sentence using the phrase anstatt…zu for my German test tomorrow.  Auf Wiedersehen!