Love Is In The Blair

The road from insatiability to making the most of a desire to make a difference isn't as far as we might think. Because the desire is necessary for both. And knowing is half that battle? I feel so insatiable sometimes... like now. Little things have just been irritating me lately. The big things that normally bother me don't bother me as much. You know things like, not having a house, having to borrow a car, having no woman to share any bit of myself with... those things are bothering me less than they would have at any other time. Stupid little things that I don't even know how to express bother me. Little things get on my nerves. I don't feel like I'm making a difference in the lives of those around me. I feel like I'm making sacrifices, but that those sacrifices are making insignificant differences. I don't feel like I'm on the right track in the job that I have. I feel like I'm wasting my life, wasting my time there. Sure it's the ...

So the next step for me to be a sophisticated man is to have a blog. It's interesting that this step is exactly the same one that moves a boy to official awkward adolescence and/or awkward high school years, minus all the 'lol's and 'omg's, and plus fractional percentages of logic. I'm not really sure how much I'll update this, or what direction it will go, but to do that I'd need to know completely the direction of my life. But I'm gradually finding it. I may even right an actual entry in a few minutes, but I felt it necessary to make my presence official. So stay classy, planet earth. We'll talk soon.... a little too soon maybe. It's all a matter of perspective I guess.