I've been catching up on all my friends' blogs and reading about their lives and what they've been up to. It's like, all heartwarming and shit.
It's weird though with my own blog, I don't really talk about what I'm doing. Though, I guess I do spend a lot of time thinking, which I blog about, and thinking is doing.
I do a lot of other stuff too, like going out and going to events and what not. I tend to get so caught up in what I'm doing that I don't have time to blog about it as I'm on to the next thing. Is that a bad thing? Am I just being too busy to savor and reflect on life? Should I try to share my life with others? I guess perhaps I feel like no one really cares what I do. I chalk that up to shitty parents who never really showed any interest in my life, except to give me a hard time about petty shit.
On the bright side, perhaps blogging is a waste of time. Maybe not a total waste of time, but what is the opportunity cost of blogging? And with my negligent parents, perhaps that developed in me a certain amount of freedom and independence. I think it instilled a healthy skepticism and (unhealthy?) distrust of authority figures, but that's another issue.
Does any of it matter anyways? I just want my friends to know that I'm alive and well.
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Oh holy shit. I just read this and now I think you might be my long-lost-and-somehow-Asian TWIN. Mostly because of the parents issue, but also the "thinking is doing" bidness.
You know what? I've beeen drinking (yeah, I see that there are 3 E's in that sentence, but I cannot be bothered with backspacing, FUCK THAT)
And now i've lost my train of thought. When I remember my point, I will post it right here. But you might need to remind me. I'll never remember this after I've slept for 16 hours, which is what I will be doing.
Or not. Your choice.
I've found my long-lost-and-somehow-White TWIN! Like the Fresh Prince said, "parents just don't understand."
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