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| | #1 posted May 28, 2007 at 12:04pm (EDT) |
I find it "glary" outside today. It's slightly over-cast, but the sun is trying very hard to break through...I can only hope its efforts will not be in vain, as it's been nearly a week now since we've had some sunshine. I know, what kind of an introduction is crappy weather, right? It's not really meant to set the mood for this, or to give some expressive foreshadowing. I just felt like talking about the weather. Simple enough, is it not?
Really, I don't know what I'm here to talk about today. I've been finding that my life has changed incredibly over this last year, and when it comes to literature, I seem to be bringing up short. Granted, I've got an improved social life, but I'm unsure as to whether or not this is something to be happy about. My writing always flourished and came so easily when I was a solitary being. Allbeit, like every person I had a few friends, so I wasn't some kind of hermit, but...
...I don't know. Things seem different now. I have a social circle. I have a boyfriend. I have family nearby. This means I now have an obligation to people other than myself. Quite frankly, I'm a very selfish person when it comes to my time, and while I dearly love the people around me...I often wish they'd simply leave me alone. Is that wrong of me? Sometimes I wonder.
They say people thrive on social interaction and emotional closeness, but I beg to differ. Social interaction for me is often a disappointing bore, and emotional closeness is over-rated. I'm not going to run off into the arms of my loved ones like a crying child every time something goes wrong, particularly when there's nothing they can do to help make it right. All that does is add worry to their lifes.
So, what's the sum of all this rambling add up to? Absolutely nothing. I've made more digressions than Holden Caulfield and I lost the original purpose of this piece. Though, it's a prime example of my earlier point about my writing. I have no focus.
No focus.
Sometimes, that feels like no direction.
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