Well look what I found...
That... that was terrifying.
Hello giant and inscrutable interwebs giant, anonymous in your unanimity.
Goodness knows what drew me to it. Well I do know actually. I was careening through some other peoples blogs in the blogosphere when I remembered that I had this thing floating around somewhere. So a few clicks later I have re-discovered this thing. This *thing*. Uncaring, invisible interwebs that I shout into (as all people seem to do these days, wishing to be heard and knowing I shant be), how are you? Have you been well? I've been well too. I've had my ups and downs. Am currently in a down. Which is interesting to me because traipsing back through this blog o' mine, I've noticed that there are distinct periods where I can track the ebb and flow of things I'd thought only recent to my mental state, occurring time and time again throughout the years in a terrifyingly similar manner. It's like discovering I'm not a beautiful and unique snowflake, and that the other snowflakes are all me... That analogy hurts my brainy parts.
How long has it been? 2009... That's math number of years! Wow. I guess, if I'm going to utilize you in any way, shape or form (and why the hell not?) then there's a lot of ground to cover. I can't promise that I'll remember it all, or that you won't be seeing it through rose-tinted glasses, or reading with a pinch of salt (speaking of which, some of the things I wrote all those years ago... So young. So foolish. So denial-y), but I can promise that I may or may not write another post on here. So there's that.
I've always maintained that I suck at keeping a diary or journal. In fact, most of the posts on here start out saying pretty much exactly that. But I've found this to be one of the more persistent expeditions in this field, so that's a thing. Such non-committal ends to sentences! MT, shame on you, and your family, and your dog, and that homeless man on the.... Ok, stopping that. Re-reading past posts has actually got me writing in their semi-rambolic manner, which I still do (but would like to think it's better crafted. Suffice to say, if I start straying from a topic, I've either forgotten what's what or am deliberately refusing to continue down that path).
There are things I can see, from my vantage-point, reading between the lines of past and present things, and I think it'd be interesting (for me. not for you, interwebs, but for me) to go through and look at them. Deal with them, as it were. Travel back through things I was skirting around and refuse to skirt. I've never been very good at doing such absence-of-skirting, so no promises, but you can't break a few eggs without staying out of the kitchen.
And again with the... you know what. Nevermind. That's me done for the night. Night y'all. MT
P.S. I tend to sign off with 'See you when I see you'. Still. Going back through all this, it became noticeable that this was a thing I was doing. A thing thing. Yay me and my learned habits of social normalcies!
P.P.S. I have been so very very very very very tempted to delete a huge swathe of past posts, as I look back on them and cringe. But a stubborn part of me refuses to. It is a record of a time that is a dim memory to me. So it shall stay, lest the memories fade completely. Re-reading this has made me laugh, giggle, and cry (the post before this. Remembering that day was hard. Knowing that I'd written that on that day, through tears, made me heave great wracking sobs.). See you when I see you.
How long has it been? 2009... That's math number of years! Wow. I guess, if I'm going to utilize you in any way, shape or form (and why the hell not?) then there's a lot of ground to cover. I can't promise that I'll remember it all, or that you won't be seeing it through rose-tinted glasses, or reading with a pinch of salt (speaking of which, some of the things I wrote all those years ago... So young. So foolish. So denial-y), but I can promise that I may or may not write another post on here. So there's that.
I've always maintained that I suck at keeping a diary or journal. In fact, most of the posts on here start out saying pretty much exactly that. But I've found this to be one of the more persistent expeditions in this field, so that's a thing. Such non-committal ends to sentences! MT, shame on you, and your family, and your dog, and that homeless man on the.... Ok, stopping that. Re-reading past posts has actually got me writing in their semi-rambolic manner, which I still do (but would like to think it's better crafted. Suffice to say, if I start straying from a topic, I've either forgotten what's what or am deliberately refusing to continue down that path).
There are things I can see, from my vantage-point, reading between the lines of past and present things, and I think it'd be interesting (for me. not for you, interwebs, but for me) to go through and look at them. Deal with them, as it were. Travel back through things I was skirting around and refuse to skirt. I've never been very good at doing such absence-of-skirting, so no promises, but you can't break a few eggs without staying out of the kitchen.
And again with the... you know what. Nevermind. That's me done for the night. Night y'all. MT
P.S. I tend to sign off with 'See you when I see you'. Still. Going back through all this, it became noticeable that this was a thing I was doing. A thing thing. Yay me and my learned habits of social normalcies!
P.P.S. I have been so very very very very very tempted to delete a huge swathe of past posts, as I look back on them and cringe. But a stubborn part of me refuses to. It is a record of a time that is a dim memory to me. So it shall stay, lest the memories fade completely. Re-reading this has made me laugh, giggle, and cry (the post before this. Remembering that day was hard. Knowing that I'd written that on that day, through tears, made me heave great wracking sobs.). See you when I see you.
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