why? part one of one with three explanations...

I have been asked by more than one person why I blog. When asked, I have to resist the urge to say, "that's a really good question and I'm glad that you brought that up" (long story). Below are a few reasons - vague as usual - but the question is decently answered.


* Catharsis - cleansing, purgation, release
The release of emotions and feelings leaves room for more to be acquired and allows what is released to be free (exposed, understood).

* Organize - arrange, sort, systematize
It does no good to have everything that is needed to make proper decisions, but to be incapable of making sense of it all.

* Reminisce - recall, recollect, remember
We should never forget where we are going and how we got to where we are because then we will end up back to where we came from and away from who we are.


I want to. I tend to do whatever I want nowadays. I think the real question should be, why not? Hell, whatever works. I hope that cleared it up (yes that was sarcastic)...

"I.need.you.so.much.closer."

simplicity vs. complexity - I like both for completely different reasons. You might be too simple, and that would be a shame.

I need to learn how to better articulate what it is that I am trying to say. I have so much more to learn.

I want to learn how to play the violin and the acoustic guitar. That would be pretty sweet.

September might have snuck up on me, but I'm already ready for October.

There has to be a way to leave this place.

Seek out the new and discard the old. I am done, as I should have been a long time ago. I am not really that harsh of a person I promise, but sometimes things are necessary. My first real attempt at becoming detached went surprisingly well. Thank you. Strangely, I was simultaneously becoming emotionally attached elsewhere. Now that's something to wrap your mind around.

There was more than was intended in this one...as usual.

Night. Night.

E

starting nowhere and ending up somewhere...

Well, I'll try my best to make this as vague as possible because I really would hate to be too personal. I will use some wonderful lyrics from a wonderful song to organize this blog although it will most likely not appear to be so organized.

"This may never start. We could fall apart"

I am sitting here drinking a Red Stripe and eating a large slab of cranberry crunch bread that I recently purchased from the farmer's market this weekend. Yeah, it's been a pretty good night so far.

Sweeney Todd was even better than expected. I have decided that I enjoy going to plays.

Dinner at an unnamed italian restaurant was interestingly awkward for a number of reasons. The booth and the chair were so disproportionate (dude, that's my new favorite word) that I ate most of my dinner with my elbow bent upwards at a funny angle. I also had to resist the urge to begin coloring a not so pleasant picture on the weird paper thing that they put on the table and then I had to try to decide if it was my date or maybe myself that the waitress had it in for. Seeing as how I was thirsty when we left, I have now decided it was me. I still tipped decently and was able enjoy the company and the food, so I don't think it was a total loss. No nothing was lost.

So anyway it was a good weekend. And by good I mean great...

"This may never start. I'll tear us apart"

Disappointment followed by strong relief are both necessary feelings at this time. I love moving forward.

Conflict is created by our own self-imposed views.

It's been a conflicting weekend, but I tend to make things more complicated than necessary. I am generally easy-going and simple, but when it comes to important things I over analyze and over complicate. I think I made the right decision. I know I made the right decision.

Once a decision is made, I don't go back. Stubbornness is one of those traits that I am unable and unwilling to modify. Sorry...

"This may never start. Tearing out my heart. Can I be your memory?"

I knew that change was coming and now that it is here, I am thrilled. It is surprising that I used to resist it so much.

I am trying to become a nicer person. I am nice already.

Despite the fact that I have worn long-sleeved shirts all week, Fall weather still seems far away.

The trip to Memphis is now a certainty. Yay for direct flights, civil rights museums, Beale Street, my friend's new place, and new traditions. Too bad the Jesus college people decided to take away my much-anticipated fall break at the last minute. I was looking forward to having that week off, but I suppose I can't have everything...

I don't have the time to think and reflect on everything anymore. I will have to trust myself on this one...

"...For a moment I know that I live..."

Night,

E