A single keystroke. The gentle clacking of keys for the first time in over a year. A slightly pompous opening to a blog post about nothing. Kind of like when someone pronounces “Othello” like “Oh-tell-o”, it just sounds silly. The fact however remains: It has taken me forever and a day to do anything with my blog. I am sure I could have put up something in the intervening year, but such is life. I have gone through two(!) jobs since then. I have had a slight personal renaissance over the last year while losing my full time job, culminating in a new relationship for the first time in over three years. Hell, today I learned that there is a chance that I might be moving back to New York in the near future, causing the snake that is my life to consume itself a bit further, coming full circle. It is so odd coming back to this forgotten little bit of the world after all of this time. Forgotten like a dog sitting alone in the corner after its owner wandered away so long ago, patiently waiting for the owner to return someday. Why am I back here, typing away? I gave up writing mostly because I felt like I had nothing else to say. I still feel I don’t have anything of real importance to add to the internet, although one could easily argue the merits of everything else I have ever posted on this blog. So why bother? Good question. I’ll let you know when I find out. Maybe this is just one person yelling into the wind. Whether or not it will be heard is irrelevant, it’s the act itself. The release of thoughts and trying to order them onto a page of so many pixels. Thoughts that swarm about like so many angry, petty bees, growing more and more violent until they burst out of my head. Little things like how sometimes I feel alien to everyone and everything around me. Like a detached viewer, watching someone else play me in my own life and more often than not, doing it poorly. Or just how annoyed I am at the sheer existence of the Jersey Shore. Seriously, Snooki is an Oompa Loompa and I refuse to believe that no one else can see this. Needless to say, these little nuggets may or may not have been said already and more cleverly or eloquently than I could ever hope to, but they are mine and need to be expressed somehow before my many strained metaphors go berserk and destroy us all. So let’s hope it does not take me another year to come back to this. I will try not to be a sad sack all of the time, and hey, you might even learn something.
Lost and Found
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