procrastinating…again. honestly, i shouldn’t do this kind of stuff, put off things that i know are important just to spend a few minutes idling but, i seem to be able to get away with it. so i guess that means i’m disinclined to stop procrastinating.
i’ve decided to tag every post with ‘philosophy’ just to see if it improves anything. what i’m hoping to improve, i don’t quite know yet. maybe humanity in general will be on the whole a little better simply because i tag my blog as philosophy. that’s a philosophical proposition in itself, but i won’t go on too long about all that.
i’ve been debating with myself as to why i suddenly have the urge to blog again. it’s not as if my life as exciting (or as someone would say “riveting”) or that i think i have anything of any consequence to say (cue john mayer). so why blog?
i think maybe because it’s an outlet. a way to get out what i’m thinking about, obsessing over, or just things that give me a little chuckle. i think also, in some way, it’s a way for me to feel as if i’m contributing to something bigger. i know, i know the likelihood of sayinig anything that actually has an impact on anyone is slim to none, but still there’s always the potential. and i, unlike the megarians, am not one to kill potentiality.
along with that, it gives me some kind of artistic license. some sort of creativity using words and thoughts. i’m always amazed by people who can actually produce art (music, poetry, drawing, painting, etc) and much as i’ve tried, i have absolutely no artistic abilities. i have a friend who probably has more art in her pinkie toe than i do in my whole body, she writes, she draws, she can play guitar and sing her own songs (at the same time!). she never ceases to amaze me with her abilities and her enthusiasm for life. if anyone has joie de vivre, she’s got it in spades.
so i write. most, if not all, of my writing will never see the light of day, metaphorically speaking. but i guess i can work it into this thing here, and my little witticisms.
so the weekend is complete and it has been two and a half days of wonderfulness with the kiddo. (i say and a half because i did have classes on friday).
he’s been so awesome all weekend, saying please and thank you. getting excited to ride public transportation (just wait until he’s 15 and bitching about having to ride the bus, again) and just being a happy little dude in public.
it’s days like these that make me thankful for him. i’m so glad he came into my life when he did. when i look back, the pre-child days seem pretty bleak and boring and now, it’s almost like going from black and white to technicolor.
you see the world in a completely different light. things that seemed ordinary are now complex and interesting in ways that maybe i took for granted before. like cloud formations (that just happen to look like old men) or the way a banana slug has a crown of pine needles on its tail.
eff. this is getting mushy fast. and i hate mushy blogs. so i will stop.
what else can i say? hmm…i like the anonymity of these things. that i could (potentially) let my identity be known, but it probably wouldn’t matter in the end.
but what is identity?
first post! woo!
well, what to say? umm, as of this moment, i am procrastinating. i should be writing a one-page essay for my english class.
“one-page?” you say- yes, one page, quite pathetic for a college-level english class. your tax dollars at work.
moving on, i wouldn’t be surprised if this blog becomes my random, sometimes late-night musings on life, love and all things philosophical.
i suppose i should say something about myself. so…i think i stay in my head far too much. i probably spend more time thinking and debating with myself than i do actually talking to people. this is something i’ve always wanted to change, yet never actually had the nerve to try.
don’t get me wrong. i talk. occasionally a lot (in fact, i’ve been called a ‘motormouth’, not quite sure what to make of that). it’s just usually, if i’ve said something actually witty and smart it’s because i’ve worked it over and over in my mind.