Hrmph. Feels a bit weird.
As well, it should, I suppose. I never imagined myself actually stroking the necessary keys to put my thoughts down onto a blog. Still, I suppose there are firsts for everything, and this is no exception.
It's presently 12:10 am, and I've work in some 6 hours. Every minute of sleep I do get is precious, and yet these words are still somehow magically appearing one after the other against my better judgment, though I don't imagine 15 minutes will do me much harm
To what end? I'm not sure. Hell, I'm not sure of a lot of things these days, but you'll have to excuse me for that. I've not the time, patience and most definately not the conscious ability to pen it this late, but I'll try to do it sooner or later. That is, after all, why I made the blog to begin with. A vessel of sorts.
A vessel for thinking really. I recall, from one article or another about the human psyche, that writing your thoughts down cleared them up, made it easier to think, as though you were ordering paperwork along some peculiar guidelines. I never gave it much though, partially because I found the notion of cranial housekeeping ridiculous, but partially because I read it a kid, not quite understanding why you would need to unclutter your head of thoughts.
That's not to say I'm not still a kid. I'm 18, and still not entirely recognized as an individual worthy of sitting behind the steering wheel of a Toyota vehicle by the Province of Ontario.
I've no horrors or traumatic experiences that have scarred me for the duration of my days. I've no war stories, no tall tales of adventure or love lost.
But I certainly have my demons, we all do, and it's them I'll be putting to the test with the blog. This vessel. Bottle them up, so to speak.
Mind you, dear reader, don't go thinking this is a plea for help from some emo-esque excuse of a human being. Fuck no. I'm not one of those poem writing types.
No, this is more of a talking out loud deal, nothing more, nothing less. I'll do my best to delve into the corporeal world of mine just as much as I do into my mental one. Moreso for me than for you, but there's no reason you can't be around to watch it happen, right?
I'm not sure how it'll go, but (hopefully) go it will.
However, before I really lose track of time, I'll call it a night. I'll hopefully have a more cohesive introduction or discussion or... something tommorrow. I confess, I rather like this already. Flexing the proverbial linguistic muscles isn't something you get to do everyday, least of all in a customer service job and a sub average surrounding. Intellectually speaking.
Till tommorrow, dear reader. I don't imagine there's many of you, but all the same.
