I thought I changed a lot from last summer, I felt that I had grown, become more mature, more certain. But now I think I've realized I'm not anymore certain now then I was then. Maybe that's why I put it off so much, I preferred being stuck in this "limbo" instead of choosing a decision. I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to handle one outcome, yet I hated how I'd be forced to take the other. The truth is, I wasn't certain, brave or sure. Of anything.
Now the ball's in your court E. What do you do? What DO you do?
On another note.
I complain a lot about how I'm getting older, and most times are in jest, but I happened to catch my age catching up with me tonight.
I'm getting crow's feet. You know, those wrinkles on the side of your eyes that women complain about? Yeah. Seriously.
About Me
- Erik
- To borrow a few words for a crappy introduction,
Let's assume you all know me, and I know all of you (all eight of you reading this, that is), and move forward with the this and thats. What follows can serve as a blurry haze of itinerary-style diary entries, random rants, unasked-for-opinions, and the like, which hopefully can serve as confessions of how underwhelmingly human I really am.
Most of my thoughts come to me at odd hours of the night when all of you are tucked into your beds.
“It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before..."
- Brian W. Aldiss
Disclaimer: I find the most interesting blogs to read are the ones that the blogger writes to him or herself. It feels like I'm peeking a little bit into their mindset and their paradigm of the world. And so, I'm not writing for anyone, but myself. Chances are, it'll be boring, lame, and/or occasionally reflective and maybe even insightful? Nah.
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