I'm in an odd-yet-familiar mood today. I'm restless. I'm longing for my bed, but annoyed at myself for wanting to waste a day away. I want something to eat, but I'm not hungry. I'm inspired but am without motivation. I feel like there aren't enough hours in the day, but want to fill them idly.
I was thinking today about why I blog in the first place. On the surface, it seems contrary to the things I believe in. I don't like technology, I strongly dislike social networking sites, (I have a facebook, but am not sure why at this point...side note...my opinion on facebook can be summed up by this question: Would someone as cool as Steve McQueen make his relationship, "facebook official?" No. So why should your boyfriend be expected to do the same?) and yet, I am part of this "blogosphere." I know I only have a handful of readers, but that doesn't matter - I am still using technology as my medium. It should bother me. It should bother me that I often browse other blogs or tumblrs - this should seem like time spent wasted. But it's not.
When I see some of these images, they become a part of me. My imagination wanders like it did when I was a child and I create stories around these images and posts and they instill themselves in my mind. I used to have an inner novel, constantly being written and edited in my head. And that slowly went away as I "matured." It came back for a bit while I was an undergrad, taking some of my creative writing classes, and then I quickly made it disappear when I no longer was fond of what I was writing up there. I kept it hidden because I was was afraid of what I was going to find if I let it run free again.
And yet...here I am. Slowly letting it unravel yet again. I am finally inspired again. And if I stumble upon something up there that I don't necessarily like...I'll cut myself some slack, know that everyone feels this way sometimes, and move on with my life.
Yup. My mom used to tell me something similar...
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Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living.
They are a very human way of making life more bearable.
Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem.
Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward.
You will have created something.
— Kurt Vonnegut
Diamonds lack character, if you ask me...
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