Don’t you love sentences which are so heavily qualified and vague that they hold no meaning at all?
“I’ll definitely come hang, man, as long as nothing else comes up!”
This essay could be acutely summarized as paragraphs of that vagueness.
From Me
I have a confession to make. I’ve been writing more than ever. I don’t consider it “cheating” per say, as I’ve only been writing to myself (is “masturbatory writing” a thing?). It’s been intensely personal; literally hours and hours of journaling. Most of these writings are best kept private, lest you know far too much about me and take me for a crazy person.
This post is coming from a simple place- I want to share some of what I’m thinking about. I can’t tell you why. It might be with the hope to connect. It might be symptomatic of my generations’ need to share something publicly in order to make it “real”. It might be to formally process, organize, and eject these thoughts to get my brain to shut the hell up. Presently, I don’t care about the “why” so much as that I want to do it.
To You
True life: I don’t expect you to keep reading these posts. Given the lag from the last time I’ve written and the non-committal nature of “I think I’m going to start writing again”, I expect you to bail. I would.
I’ve unhooked any notifications for subscribes, unsubscribes, etc, so if you want out, bounce! I’ll be none-the-wiser, and you can live your life without sporadic posts populating your inbox.
If you stay, I’ll be sharing my writing again at a yet-to/never-to-be-determined frequency (yay, ambiguity!). It feels good to share thoughts and put them out there, regardless of who’s listeni/div>
Whichever you decide, I wish you the best and hope you’re doing well, wherever you are.
-Justin