Blog Eat Blog World

I really haven't made much of this blog thing (obviously). After thinking about it for a while, I'm not sure that I'm really a blog person. It seems to me that these things are-- perhaps inherently-- a bit narcissistic. "Look at me! This is what I'm doing! Wheeeeee...." That's not really my style, I guess. I just don't talk about my life much-- although some of that has to do with the fact that I'm an agent for a secret government organization dedicated to destroying Tom Cruise-- but mostly because I'm a ridiculously private person.

Maybe it's a bit more than that, though. Maybe, if I told you what I thought about-- if I shared with you the jagged pieces of my smashed-up consciousness-- you wouldn't like what you heard, or it just wouldn't make any damned sense to you. People say that they'll try to understand all the time, but not many actually have the ability to try to see outside of their own Velveeta-like, prepackaged, ready-to-go ideas. If you tell most people that blue isn't really blue but that it's a square, they'll never even really try to see what you're saying.

Perhaps I'll figure out what it means to have a blog later. For now, fuck it.