Truly, I must be one of the most unreliable individuals for posting to blogs. Or responding to comments. I forgot I changed up the theme to this page awhile back. And now it’s 2:09 am and I find myself itching to write something — anything — to just…do something.
It’s summer, and usually I’m pretty productive during this time, but a lot of ambition seems to have faded. There are a few events looming on the horizon, none of which are outright unpleasant, but neither are they thrilling. Maybe I’m just hoping to put off the undesired by staying rather…dormant.
I feel like starting a new story. What about? I’m not sure. I feel like toying with something realistic that’s more than a tiny vignette. But then I don’t know if I’d have the attention span for it. I rather think that my own life experiences haven’t been all that comprehensive up til this point. Most of what I try to write in the realistic vein becomes some attempt at justifying my own social perceptions.
I’ve noticed a few things in life, though, rather recently that made me want to write, but as you can guess, I didn’t have a notepad on hand at the time. So they’ve slipped away. Still, it feels right to have my fingers on a keyboard. The words just flow sometimes, even if they’re nothing important. Just thoughts. Random thoughts. I guess this has become a bit of a freewrite.
I’m taking a class about the coming of digital rhetoric. It had us reading about information overload. Writers used to struggle to capture everything they wanted to say, but now, as a result of all the various sources of information, the reader can’t process the amount of information being belted at them.
We have to post our thoughts on the material in a blog. I wish I could make it more personal. The damn thing doesn’t feel genuine. It feels like a parody of a parody. A blog about blogging, but not even that legit. It’s meant to be a blog, a social forum for our class, but it comes off feeling fake because all that gets posted there are strict assignments.
Only four people are in the class, and as a result the comments aren’t exactly that abundant.
I have this damn english major tendency still haunting me. I can’t speak simply. Not on an assignment, at least. I use big words, and fancy phrases, and so even when I try to write something I truly feel passionate about, it comes off looking like bullshit. Mindless fluff. The substance just gets leeched away by the arrogance of an academic tone.
