Something to say.
One of my biggest fears in life is having nothing to say. What value do you place on those who have nothing to emote or get across? Luckily for our generation, there seems to be fewer and fewer people who don’t have something to say about something, even if they’re not saying anything at all. This fast paced, hi-tech, information in seconds world we now live in makes anything one could ever need or want to know available to them at all times of the day. Most of this information is useless crap, but some of it is helpful. If you need to know every onscreen performance by actor Ben Savage at 430 in the morning while drinking Brandy Alexander’s with an Asian hooker and several Norwegian midgets, you may have bigger problems on your hands then knowing Mr, Savage was also in Party of Five, but i digress.
Upon second thought, it’s not having something to say, although that’s also important, it’s having nobody to listen to your thoughts that’s frightening. Maybe that’s why we have twitters and Facebooks and Blogs and Gossip Girls(not entirely sure what that is, but i assume it’s like a sidekick or a beeper). Maybe that’s why I find myself sitting here in the bedroom I spent most of my life living in, writing down nonsense while watching Futurama reruns i didn’t even really like the first times I saw them, pretending I’m creating an entity people will eventually skim through to figure out why i did the things i ended up doing years from now during my inevitable trial. Deep down I feel that I have something to say, and maybe one day people will feel the need to hear me.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, Not that it matters, but I have a blog now.
