On having nothing to say Monday December 19, 2005, 7 comments
It fascinates me, sometimes, that people write entries to their blogs when they have nothing to say. Like me, hypocritically writing this, right now.
I don’t have anything to say right now. That’s the sad truth. I am so busy just being content with the way life is right now that nothing really seems that pressing – nothing requires my scathing wit or a once-over of my cynical eye.
It’s probably a good thing. Perhaps more of us should strive to be in a place in our lives where we have nothing to write about.
Dude I’m almost positive most of these blog entries are all about a bunch of bullshit anyway. Who even cares anyway. Shit man so many people spout stuff out of their ass in daily conversation so whats stopping them from doing it in the blogs.
Is there anything in life that isn’t about wheat and chaff? If there was no chaff, the wheat wouldn’t shine out nearly so bright.
Without the sour, the sweet just doesn’t taste as sweet?
Without blogs there would be no real life?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
real life? what’s that?
~c
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