I believe most bloggers think their respective writings rarely get read, if at all. For me, the blogosphere is a way of purging ideas, emotions, musings, and what not; mostly emotions obvi. No huge revelation there. Others use weblogs for poetry/photography/art, but regardless of medium all users secretly long for approval or, at the very least, some clue of readership.
What's been alarming in recent weeks is the outpouring of support/empathy from friends, some I've not spoken with in years, who've echoed similar thoughts and feelings. Quite a few coming from concern for my well-being. I will take this line to assure everyone my sanity is 100% intact. While I don't really consider myself the voice of the common man, certain universalities ring true to all. Pain, euphoria, suffering, love, lonliness, yadda yadda yadda... It appears I'm merely tapping into it.
I had actually planned on making this entry a long, elaborate high-dive plunge into the abyss of human psyche, but it seems I've hit a mental road block of sorts. Here's how I'll leave it: Thanks to all who have shown their support and love over this difficult time in my life and I know my boundaries are limitless.
Weak ending. There's an amusing vid of a guy falling at the end of this post. Normally I wouldn't stoop to this kind of humor, but the guy is a bass player so I can relate.
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