Wordie

I think that perhaps one reason that a web log exists is to get a sort of insight into the mind of that particular blogger. Well, perhaps that exact reason is a bit too creepy for the average person, but whether you like it or not, that is at least one of the side affects of reading blogs. Get over it. You're a stalker. And that's ok.

Perhaps that is a reason that I don't really blog on this blog as much as keep a gallery of the silly little nothings that I fritter away on and then do nothing with. Makes me feel better about not pursuing writing as a career, which I have oft thought of but know I couldn't hack. No discipline, after all.

Perhaps I don't want the reader to get bored in reading my mundane observations on a life much less interesting than his is. Or hers. Whatevs.

I'd much rather you think I was simply a creative entity that thinks in pithy little one-liners and poems and youtube-esque galleries.

But I think that every now and again I will force myself to just write... maybe in an abundance of words you can see real parts of me despite my efforts to conceal them. Like when you run past a fence and can see through it, even though as you stood still in front of it a moment ago it afforded just a stop-gap glimpse into the yard inside. Like a movie, the sequential placement of similar images to convey the movement of an object in a believable way. I'll run you a wordie. See me waving?