Blogs are a little weird.
In this era of abundant shitty writing that exists very specifically on blogs and the development of blog-list cliches (i.e. 10 things that I hate when I’m bathing my cat, 5 things that make dog poop taste better, 8 bathrooms to urinate in before you die and so on), I am aware that I could very well belong to that list of terrible writing, when in fact I could just be sitting around saying nothing. However, clearly, there must be some small percentage of good within that range, that have impregnated me with the bad idea that I could also come here and make up some useful garbage (or at least oxymorons) for mass consumption.
Also, this is the space that for the writer comprises at minimum 40% ego (or perhaps alter ego, if you will) regardless of what they claim or how they portray themselves. Another 40% is likely the genuine desire for communication with the community and the remaining 20% is more or less a writing exercise/challenge. Admittedly, my thoughts have become more fluid and articulate since I started writing in here. I’m able to create a sustainable home for the ideas that frequent my mind, that have in the past inevitably escaped me. I’m not sure what the purpose of expressing them is, other than making them more tangible and concrete for myself. As much as I would like to engage the community around me, I highly doubt the effectiveness of this blog in doing so. In the best case scenario, I can make you uncomfortable all the while leaving impressionable and new ideas for you to think about and engage with, that is if I can get you to read this at all to begin with.
I could express my histories and stories here but that will make the task of knowing me too simple…and it’s always more complex.