London Calling…

Discoveries of the week: 

• Crystal Reports and horse manure have several traits in common

• I do not really like drinking all that much

• Other people’s relationships can be just as fucked up as mine generally are

• If I keep changing my life everytime I change my mind, I will never have one

I think I’ve realised why blogs are whiny streaks of birdshit on the windscreen of the internet. I swore to myself when I started this thing that it would never contain an expression of emotion, but the temptation to break that rule is pretty strong. It was pointed out to me recently that anyone who writes something on a public forum must desire it to be read, despite any vehement denials to the contrary. Perhaps I am just looking for attention.

I suppose the answer to that one is “so fucking what?� Is it some sort of victory for the human race that I’d sometimes like to actually express what I think instead of just running it through my head? Does it make me weaker to want someone to hear me sometime? Or just to be able to should they ever feel like it? I will freely admit to wanting to be heard, but I will also point out the difference between that and wanting to be listened to.

I don’t expect anyone to agree with me, or like me. The point of this is that it makes it possible for someone to know whether they do or not. The web-based publication of my ranting and my philosophical nonsense makes it possible, however astronomically unlikely, for someone to give a damn. Perhaps I’m more of an optimist than I would like to think.