Blogging Adventure: Take 3

Mar 27, 2008

So it's been another long hiatus for me from this delightful deli of detached despondent discussion we so fondly refer to as quarterlife. However, my absence has brought me back a much older (two weeks to be exact) and significantly wiser individual (I have begun to reread Kierkegard's Fear and Trembling which automatically makes you wise) in order that I may grace your eyes with significant black scribbling from across cyberspace. And thus we begin with my cracking an egg of philosophical and metaphysically existential knowledge on you lucky twats.

The reason for my absence was Spring Break one of the highest orders of American university tradition which entails binge drinking and spontaneous sexual acts that after the week is done no one remembers anyways because they were far too intoxicated to recall what actually went on. I will not bore you with the contrast of my own break to this "great American tradition" as it will only add to my sense of detachment, inadequacy and (contrastingly) superiority, rather I will tell you of the things that have come across my mind over the break.

Time. I don't know why but it seems to be pressing on my like a weight of late. Physically pushing down on me forcing me into a dark cell of self-contained paranoia and discomfort. I feel the seconds beating away in my chest and I am uncertain of what this means. Time is a constant, a constant that we ourselves have created yet a constant nonetheless. Yet, here I am wasting away trying to force the most out of every minute and squeeze the last ounce of life out of every hour yet I find myself wasting this precious time regardless. What is one to do? I don't know, I'm not that old or that wise yet. Sorry I put the egg of knowledge back in the crate because I finally realize why more people on quarterlife would prefer to take a second to look at a painting or a picture than take a minute to read someone's writing. So based on this theory that father time and grandfather clock blessed me with through special revelation I realize that by this point in my entry no one is actually reading this anymore. Racoon. Lemon. Foxtrot. Eggo Waffle. So I conclude my latest endeavor in teaching myself life lessons via keyboard. I hope your day today sucks so that I can again feel superior and overtly lucky to be me. That'll teach you.