I just got done looking through the past few entries on my blog, trying to figure out when the last time was that I wrote something real or how I really felt. I think it was on February 13.
There are several reasons. First of all, I've been in a big, fat time of transition in my life and I've been the dreaded b-word-- busy. And I don't have internet in my apartment yet, so I'm kind of limited on time I can actually post.
But probably the most honest reason as to why I am generally writing a couple of sentences and slapping down a picture is that I really feel emptied out. To say that my life's been in a fair amount of turmoil for the past three months-- the past year-- the past two years-- the past three years, is really an understatement. I suppose that could be the greatest cop-out of all, whining about how extended life-trauma is the cause of my blog-blockage.
It's not that I don't have anything to write. I have plenty of things I'm thinking and feeling, but I don't know that a blog is the best way to express them. I have done my best and worked very hard to not let the blog be a place for me to be passive aggressive, or rail against society or the government or religion, or just curse the world and die. So maybe that's why you haven't seen much profound thought on here from me lately.
So, here's a lengthy post that essentially says I'm not writing anything interesting. :) But I thank the readership for sticking with me and at least feigning interest. I'll try to think of some witty observation about a mundane occurrence to write about next time, you know, like Jerry Seinfeld. :)
So tune in next time. Who knows what you'll get.