This is the tenth time I have sat in front of this crappy ol' Macbook (1,1 in case anyone is wondering) trying to come up with something to write. Why? Frankly I'm not entirely sure. The easy answer is that I haven't written anything substantial (ever, waka waka... the old cliché joke never fails) in a while since I have dumped all my creative thoughts into the cultural dumps known as twitter and Facebook for the past five years.
So here I sit, listening to Sigur Ros' "Starálfur" which is currently being played on Chill radio, pondering the present, past and future. I try grabbing on to any slight thought and unmercifully try to strangle it into written format. Alas, failure, the ever so familiar result.
I'll figure something out eventually. It's not that I don't have things to write about, I've just become incredibly unwilling to share in the recent months. Lots of small little things have added up and have forced my brain to erect an iron curtain between it and the world.
Mostly it's been people. Certain situations have occurred and while I try to fight back the right side of my brain, I can't help but feel slighted. Also, new characters have appeared in the sitcom that is my life and I feel reluctant to allow them to get to know me. I've never been good around strangers.
Well, there we have it: four solid (see Tacoma Narrows Bridge for the proper definition) paragraphs. I guess this counts as a post! Hooray! Now that I've gotten this one out of the way the rest will just surely write themselves.