OK. I know. It has been a really, really, really, really, really, really (you get the point?) really long time since I have properly blogged. Well, blogged at all for that matter.
I had decided that the reason for this was most likely that my life has been so incredibly boring that I (with my careful consideration of the fate of mankind) thought it better not to inflict mindless dribble about the finer points of nothing to the world. Very noble decision, if you ask me.
Then I remembered that:
A) I have never really had issues with inflicting mindless dribble about the finer points of nothing to the world before. As you may have noticed.
and...
B) My life hasn't actually been that boring. In fact if anything, recently my world has been turned upside down, shaken like a snow globe, and thrown around a bit, before being carefully balanced upon the edge of reason. That may sound a little dramatic, but there is more than a grain of truth there.
The circumstances behind this don't really matter. And if I told you, it is most likely that I would have to kill you.
Suprisingly enough though, I can't really place the blame on any single event in my recent life. In fact, the more I think about it, the more my life becomes that sticky tangled web of sex, drugs and rock n' roll that we usually associate with people like Ozzy Osborne or the Cookie Monster. Well, with not quite as much sex and drugs...or rock n' roll, but still...
So after much consideration I have decided that I like to think of this crazy idea as the "Culmination of Stuff Phenomenon".
The problem with letting the "Stuff" in your life culminate, is that it is actually very difficult to see it coming.
One minute you are quite happily going about your own business - hanging out with your friends, polishing off a bottle of wine here and there, eating everything that you know is bad for you (but justifying it by walking to the pizza shop), saving lives at work, getting the occasional haircut... you know. Just doing everything that we tend to refer to as "the usual".
And then... BAM. That stuff snowballs faster than you can say "Holy BlogSpot Batman!" and suddenly you find yourself confronting thoughts and feelings and situations that you quite frankly have spent most of your time avoiding. You get too involved in your work; you question values that you should actually be valuing; your head and heart are intent on disagreeing; and you being you flat out refuse to let ANYONE help you figure all that out. Wouldn't want to infringe upon that silly independent streak, now would we?
Now don't anyone panic... do not fear for my well being or the state of my mental health. I am happier now than I think I have ever been in my life (except for maybe that time in pre-school when I had that awesome fairy-bread sandwich....those were the days.) I have my family to thank for loving me, my friends to thank for keeping me sane, and every single person that has been part of my recent Culmination of Stuff Phenomenon for making me live my life.
The stuff is still there. And I have realised, it is not such a bad thing. Honestly.
On a totally unrelated note, it rained today. If I had not forgotten my umbrella, it might have been beautiful.
I had decided that the reason for this was most likely that my life has been so incredibly boring that I (with my careful consideration of the fate of mankind) thought it better not to inflict mindless dribble about the finer points of nothing to the world. Very noble decision, if you ask me.
Then I remembered that:
A) I have never really had issues with inflicting mindless dribble about the finer points of nothing to the world before. As you may have noticed.
and...
B) My life hasn't actually been that boring. In fact if anything, recently my world has been turned upside down, shaken like a snow globe, and thrown around a bit, before being carefully balanced upon the edge of reason. That may sound a little dramatic, but there is more than a grain of truth there.
The circumstances behind this don't really matter. And if I told you, it is most likely that I would have to kill you.
Suprisingly enough though, I can't really place the blame on any single event in my recent life. In fact, the more I think about it, the more my life becomes that sticky tangled web of sex, drugs and rock n' roll that we usually associate with people like Ozzy Osborne or the Cookie Monster. Well, with not quite as much sex and drugs...or rock n' roll, but still...
So after much consideration I have decided that I like to think of this crazy idea as the "Culmination of Stuff Phenomenon".
The problem with letting the "Stuff" in your life culminate, is that it is actually very difficult to see it coming.
One minute you are quite happily going about your own business - hanging out with your friends, polishing off a bottle of wine here and there, eating everything that you know is bad for you (but justifying it by walking to the pizza shop), saving lives at work, getting the occasional haircut... you know. Just doing everything that we tend to refer to as "the usual".
And then... BAM. That stuff snowballs faster than you can say "Holy BlogSpot Batman!" and suddenly you find yourself confronting thoughts and feelings and situations that you quite frankly have spent most of your time avoiding. You get too involved in your work; you question values that you should actually be valuing; your head and heart are intent on disagreeing; and you being you flat out refuse to let ANYONE help you figure all that out. Wouldn't want to infringe upon that silly independent streak, now would we?
Now don't anyone panic... do not fear for my well being or the state of my mental health. I am happier now than I think I have ever been in my life (except for maybe that time in pre-school when I had that awesome fairy-bread sandwich....those were the days.) I have my family to thank for loving me, my friends to thank for keeping me sane, and every single person that has been part of my recent Culmination of Stuff Phenomenon for making me live my life.
The stuff is still there. And I have realised, it is not such a bad thing. Honestly.
On a totally unrelated note, it rained today. If I had not forgotten my umbrella, it might have been beautiful.
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