This space has become a bit too angst-saturated. I'm starting to feel like a 13-year-old, and going through that phase of my life once was quite enough, thank you. And angsty musings are like eating waxy, cheap chocolates: tempting because, you know, it's chocolate, yet ultimately unsatisfying and pukey. OK, not the best analogy, but what I'm saying is that spewing my petty unhappinesses out through the Internet is not making me feel much better. Though I suppose it's bound to happen sometimes, if that's what's filling my head at the moment.
I write this for myself, first and foremost, though having an audience (as tiny as it may be) helps to keep me going. Knowing that other people are watching this space nudges me to write, even when I feel like I have nothing to say. I'd prefer to fill this space more creatively, more wittily, more interestingly, but I guess that's not possible every day. Like me, it's a work in progress. Sometimes it's boring, sometimes it's aggravating, sometimes amusing, sometimes embarrassing, but it's always something. At least it's something.
Posted by thevieve at September 7, 2005 9:59 AM