This blog is always always ALWAYS hard to write. This
difficulty arises from a variety of things. They are as follows:
1.
I am lazy. No that isn’t right. I am beyond lazy. Writing is
hard and it takes work and I have no idea how anyone has written anything ever.
2.
This brings me to my second point. I am an awful writer. Give
me a complex mathematical problem and I would be more than happy to struggle
through it. Writing, though, is not something I will struggle through. It makes
me uncomfortable and frustrated because I don’t understand grammar or spelling
or words in general. (Sorry Mom and my multiple teachers. I know you taught me
this stuff, but it never stuck) I would rather have many other terrible things
happen to me than to write this
blog. Don’t get me wrong. I love being able to share with my friends and
family, but actually physically getting the words from my head into the blog is
excruciating.
3.
I have gotten busy and when I am not busy I like to go into a
“coma”. This is not a real coma where people sit and hold your hand and talk to
you and hope you do (or maybe don’t) wake up. I mean a stuff my face with food,
watch TV, and sleep. I do pretty much anything I possible can do except write
this.
4.
I have to remember what I took pictures of. My memory is
awful. I see a picture I took two days earlier and I think, “What was
that?!?!?” I also tend to just wander around and take some pictures of things I
find cool, but I have no idea what they are when I am taking the picture. A
good majority of the time, I don’t even know where I am, so determining what
something is called takes a lot of time trying to google map my journey and
then google things like “Old building somewhere around Union Street or maybe
Commons Lane or maybe something else. Please just tell me what the heck I took
a picture of.” As you can see, I am really good at finding these things.
So you are
probably thinking, “if this blog is such a pain, why did you start it?” That is
a good question and here is a very simple explaination. I am crazy. Throw me in
the mad house. Here is what I think I was thinking, but being mad, I really
have no idea.
1.
I thought I would have no friends and my life would revolve
around the computer. My life does revolve around the computer, but I actually
made friends. It was a miracle of all miracles because let’s be honest, I am
not the most friendly, kind, outgoing, wonderful, patient, and a million other
words that are related to good people. I am, however, a very arrogant,
stubborn, self centered, egotistical, beautiful, and most importantly
ENTERTAINING person. Plus I can take a lot of shit from people and tend not to
cry
2.
I wanted to keep in contact with my family with less effort.
(Oh hey there laziness! Way to come back full circle to bite me) I thought it
would be easier to inform the entire family where I was and what I was doing,
but in fact it isn’t or more accurately, it hasn’t been.
3.
I wanted to brag. Not going to lie. Full honesty here. I
wanted to rub some of my travels into people’s faces without actually having to
seem like a terrible person by actually rubbing their faces in it. This of
course is directed at a few people I am friends with or more accurately was
friends with to see how much I don’t need them. Is it cruel? Hell Yes! Does it
make me feel better? Occasionally.
Can I count this as an update? As you can tell I am still
alive, Yay! I am currently writing one of the more recent trips up now, while
it is sort of fresh, so there is a possibility that you may (or may not) see it
soon. Go me! As for the older trips, I have all the pictures uploaded on the
blog, but I haven’t published them as the words are still floating around my
head.
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