every second dripping off my fingertips: June 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
As I sit here listening to Snow Patrol, typing this post, I realise that I should not be doing what I'm doing because I need to study.
I also realise that at this point of my life, I have written too many posts that are similar to the one I am about to write.
No no, it's not those useless, lazy posts that are just lyrics to a song that have some apparent abstract, subtle, surreptitious meaning that I foolishly believe people will understand . It is those unsuccessful attempts at being introspective, so that I might appear to be UP THERE with the intellectuals of my generation.
But I also realise that there are people who appreciate my failed attempts, my maladroit use of sesquipedalian terms, and literary faux pas. They love to write themselves, and they know that I'm not UP THERE, but they visit every other day because I have something to offer, and they try really hard to decipher my language. My writing may not be fahntastik, but people identify with my ideas and thoughts. These people deserve a standing ovation for giving me the hope I need to keep writing overbearing posts about my so called emo-isms. Not that my posts are emo anyway, but you get the point.
So, despite my consistent lethologica, I want to continue to write these crummy posts, because I have to inform people of the things that they are not ready to come to terms with yet by themselves. I also need to write, because I need to tell the people who appreciate me that I appreciate them as well.