There was a time, not long ago, when I was a news junkie dickhead.
I’d slavishly, religiously, watch and listen to the news on TV and radio and Mr. Internet. I yearned to learn what was going on in the world and how I felt about it. I knew I could puzzle out the world’s problems with enough information. I figured I’d try and find a balance so I’d watch the “left leaning” network news channels and listen to the “right leaning” radio talk shows.
But what happened was- I became a new junkie dickhead. And I grew angry at all of it.
Miss Carol wouldn’t talk to me about anything news related. She couldn’t, I was always certain I was always right.
And then, one dark early morning run out west on 58 I had an epiphany. *cue the angels chorus*
I realized that, not only couldn’t I do anything about the news stories, I wouldn’t and couldn’t even want to. So why listen? Why watch?
So I turned it all off.
Now I just live in my little happy world with my friends and family and I’m a happier person, because, honestly it’s all about my happiness that counts.
Has it really been 3 years since I decided to say fuck this because I felt that writing a silly little blog was cramping efforts with Project B?
Has three years somehow flown by while I thought that if I stopped writing short, teeny, tiny blurby blurbs that I would someway, somehow, someday magically start writing longer, more interestingly important stuff on Project B?
Has it been that long?
And did I really think that?
I did, and it has.
I figured that if I stopped writing small, short stuff that it would help the longer stuff flow. That somehow the short stuff was limiting me, restricting me, making me write shorter and shorter shit- a constantly tightening noose of shorter leading to ever shorter.
So I stopped the blog and I waited for the bigger flow for Project B to engage and propel me forward, and instead, this happened-
Well. After a coupla years or so, and a number of false starts and re-starts, I thought and I re-thought about me and I figured I needed to write something, just anything, to get it to flow before I forgot how to type with all ten fingers.
Anyway, I’m back for what it’s worth and maybe for awhile and maybe not. I’ve got some new tattoos and some new stories and we’ll just have to see how it goes.
Project B tugs at me as relentlessly as ever and I just gotta do something to do it and get it done and get it out of my head and maybe this is it?