Uncertain Thoughts
Sigh.
I'm not a writer. A lot of the time I have a hard time communicating the most basic conceptual ideas in an effective manner. When I am able to convert the cross-wired and fleeting thoughts into semantics, it's not as if I come rushing to tell the world about it. Yet this poor blog still remains.
Mainly it was put together to serve as a proof-of-concept for InkType, the blogging platform which I wrote on which this site runs. InkType, however, is currently out of commission and will remain so for the foreseeable future. So... why the blog?
I don't know.
Why are those three words so hard for people to say? Why do people insist on padding their personae with a safe and soft marshmallow fluff, oftentimes unintentionally embedded with razor blades of naivety, instead of just admitting those three simple words? Why can't people more easily admit there might be something they just have no idea about?
I don't know.
Nor should I care. Keyword: should. Keywords do not always translate to what we have shaped as our individual realities, and maybe it's a good thing they don't. I suppose self progression might not be such a realistic possibility should we be so quick to accept our perception of reality as the Golden Egg that in my mind we all thrive to seek. Isn't that what we all chase? Understanding? Confirmation from something outside of and beyond our primitive set of ideals which might open our eyes to things unimagined?
Again... I don't know.
I'm not everyman. Or am I? Here I sit in a hotel room in Laughlin, Nevada. There are hundreds of people here, maybe thousands, and here I am. Should I just give up and admit defeat and join in on this whole "human race" concept? Hm. Doesn't sound so appealing to me. I happily exercise my self-perceived right to choose how I spend my time. I happily exercise that same self-perceived right to choose who I spend my time with. I'm good with that.
I'm not everyman.
Yeah. I'm good with it.
