Jagged Little Post
It is interesting how I keep finding my way to my abandoned on-line journal, as years pass in-between. On a platform that already belongs to the old days of the internet anyway. (I do keep a somewhat up-to-date one recently, according to new age, in an app, on my phone...) I'm feeling I'm getting old, the times a bit too fast for my tastes, there were many things I haven't adapted to, or clearly rejected out of my own opinion. Like facebook recently, which I have abandoned, for various personal reasons, but mostly because I just don't like social media. Never really did for that matter. In these days and age, it's not a wise choice, as it can be used for good and your own benefit, may it be getting right information or expressing yourself, but I just can't be bothered anymore, it's not for me, and it's just a decision I made. And truth to be told, no one really gives a fuck what I'm up to, and no one really should to be honest. We dwell way too much in each other's shit, privacy is kind of obliterated. I could use platforms to share, interesting, intellectual, thought-provoking or creative stuff, but alas, I lack all those skills. And there's the saying, if you can't say anything useful, well... If only more people would heed that advice. This old thing somehow makes me nostalgic, and just feels good to jot down some thoughts, only for myself.
So where is me now. At 31, and as usual, in love. As usual, unrequited. It was a rough year, but also exciting and filled with joy. I would do it all over again in a flash. So far it is good, if fate allows, we will stay friends. I live in the UK now, and if can keep it up, I plan to live and die here.
I'm listening to Jagged Little Pill, it was recently re-released for its 20th anniversary.
Age is really catching up to me. So many things behind me, nothing significant per se,
but still. I still don't know if I'm going anywhere, or where I'll end up. I just wonder. Whether I am that much different than the me you could see on these pages. Is there such a thing as a 'Final Form'?
I don't really have any goals, rather see what things interest me, which can vary by day,
and depend on my mood. Right now I'm just musing. Mostly on my past, and my future possibilities. Heh, I never was really active, that's true. And it seems I still have the talent to write about nothing with no end. There's something for everyone I guess.
I hope I'll be able to find some purpose, to feel useful and fulfilled one day.
Until then, I can always stop by, just to shoot the breeze with no one in particular.
In a certain light, it somehow still seems fun. Recreational. A bit of mental masturbation for my introvert side.
We'll see how it turns out. Time will tell after all.
I wish I could thank Alanis for what she's done. There just seem to be no direct way to contact an artist, and she's way too busy anyway, and probably billions done that in my place anyway.
Till next time.
So where is me now. At 31, and as usual, in love. As usual, unrequited. It was a rough year, but also exciting and filled with joy. I would do it all over again in a flash. So far it is good, if fate allows, we will stay friends. I live in the UK now, and if can keep it up, I plan to live and die here.
I'm listening to Jagged Little Pill, it was recently re-released for its 20th anniversary.
Age is really catching up to me. So many things behind me, nothing significant per se,
but still. I still don't know if I'm going anywhere, or where I'll end up. I just wonder. Whether I am that much different than the me you could see on these pages. Is there such a thing as a 'Final Form'?
I don't really have any goals, rather see what things interest me, which can vary by day,
and depend on my mood. Right now I'm just musing. Mostly on my past, and my future possibilities. Heh, I never was really active, that's true. And it seems I still have the talent to write about nothing with no end. There's something for everyone I guess.
I hope I'll be able to find some purpose, to feel useful and fulfilled one day.
Until then, I can always stop by, just to shoot the breeze with no one in particular.
In a certain light, it somehow still seems fun. Recreational. A bit of mental masturbation for my introvert side.
We'll see how it turns out. Time will tell after all.
I wish I could thank Alanis for what she's done. There just seem to be no direct way to contact an artist, and she's way too busy anyway, and probably billions done that in my place anyway.
Till next time.