Not-So-Small Talk

There’s an unfortunate meme that I’ve seen become unfortunately popular as of late. It typically goes something like this:

Don't even get me started on the grammatical errors.
I see you don't know how to use an apostrophe, eh?

Oh, is that so? Well, there’s a very specific swear word I think most people would write here, if they were the ones saying what I’m about to say. I won’t use it. How about instead I go with...

Horsefeathers.

Or maybe a line from our good friend, William Shakespeare: “As you like this, give me the lie another time.” (I’m told that’s from The Tempest. Don’t worry; there’s not an exam on this. I just thought you might like to know, and I might like the reference so I can go read it someday.)

Or there’s one of my favourites, which I use with all due respect to President Dieter F. Uchtdorf:

If you'd like, you can see the full talk this comes from. Just click here.

Yes, I don’t think I can put it any better than that: Don’t lie. Stop it.

Prove Me Now Herewith

Do you really expect me to believe that meme? Am I honestly supposed to believe that the people who post and re-post it are primarily concerned with “atoms, death, aliens, sex, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel (sic) different, memories (sic) the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears?” Or that... well, one section at a time. I’ll be back to argue with the last couple sentences too. But all in due time.

The Book of Post Replacement: An Instruction Manual on Fixing Fences, or maybe it's A Story About NaNoWriMo Taking Precedence over This Blog For Now

Hola. ¿Cómo se van? And did you miss me?

Heh. Oh, I am funny at times. Heh heh heh heh heh.

Ahem.

Yes, I've been gone from the blog for a while. I don't think most of you noticed or cared. But in case anyone did want to know why I promised more posts on here, then didn't do anything... well, school does that to me sometimes. I have this tendency to overestimate how much time I'll have for writing in between assignments and studying, and the frustrating amount of time I have to spend on public transit every day.

(<It's not as fun, and doesn't have as catchy of a theme song as it does over here.)

Also, I continue to wonder whether daily/weekly/bi-weekly blogging is a dying art form. Or, rather, an art form that never really caught on in the first place. Only a very few blogs that I know of get a lot of consistent attention, and they have to compete with YouTube channels, Vine (well, not anymore), Facebook, and a heck of a lot of other things for the attention of Internet users.

It leaves me to question whether blogging on a regular basis is really worth it. Seriously speaking here, what percentage of people would you guess are unwilling to read a post as long as this one, because it's longer than one paragraph?

Life Sign. Hey. Hey, watch out. Hey, listen.

I've been thinking.

I mean, that kind of goes without saying, right? We all do that. Thinking, I mean; we all think, but some of us don't do any "saying."

...Which is probably why I'm talking to nobody, via the message conveyed through my fingers. Heh heh.

Anyways.

I just want to put out a life sign. (Not necessarily a lifeline... though, if you need one, by all means, grab it. Let this... blog post... be a... lifeline? Something like that, eh.)

For Glory

Ah. Here I am again.
...
Yeah, and that feels ok. I said in my last post that I wouldn't do another one of these until I started believing that my writing does any good. Well... it probably still doesn't. At least, for anyone besides me. Still, sometimes I need to get my thoughts out of my head, even if nobody reads them, and that's all the good they do. But that's something, at least.

So, yay. Here it is, my glorious return to blogging. Or something.

Oh, and speaking of things that are glorious...

Much funnier if you've played Fire Emblem: Awakening.

Yeah, "For Glory." I know the one.

*Sigh.*

To think... I used to love Super Smash Bros.

A Tired Echo

I was going to write a blog post. But then I stopped believing that anyone was listening.

The way the world works now, people choose to read click-bait articles on websites full of spam and so many ads that the pages lag. They're written by semi-literate Internet trolls that companies hire because their writing style is relatable to the common people. There is absolutely no depth, next to no consideration or original thought, and nearly no truth to be found in the things people choose to read now.

It's easy. Accessible. What the people want.

And how am I supposed to compete with that?

I'm the kind of person who happens to believe that "all truth may be circumscribed into one great whole." I'm the kind of person who can almost never give you a short explanation to anything, because in my mind everything is connected to everything else. The truth is simple, but it's precise, and I always feel the need to explain the precision of it. Stories are, by their nature, long and involved. Short stories are just tiny fragments of a longer story.

And... I've already gone past your attention span, haven't I.

*Sigh.*

Yeah, I think I'm going on hiatus again. It's hard to say whether my problem is a lack of confidence in myself, or if it's a lack of confidence in my reader(s), but something is missing, and I don't feel like writing anymore. Maybe I'll write another blog post the next time inspiration strikes, or the next time I feel like talking to myself in public.

If by some bizarre chance you are reading this, I hope you are doing well, and that you have a good day. I may not feel like saying anything anymore, but I'll be cheering you on from... (from where? The sidelines? The background? Backstage? From over here? From over there? From somewhere in the aether?) I don't know. From somewhere.

Be well. Dios esté contigo, hasta la próxima.

- TAB III