I intensely dislike blogging...

    I intensely dislike blogging, and bloggers. I think most of those out there with a blog (perhaps even myself included) think too highly of their opinions and feel that they must share them with the world. The only good thing about the medium of blogging, I suppose, is the fact that it is easy to ignore. I don't actively search for blogs, I don't seek out writers and what other people have to say--I can get through a day/week/decade of my life just fine without ever searching blogspot, or any other known blogging medium for anything (except maybe recipes, those come in handy).

   So why do I start a blog now? To what purpose? What's the aim? I have no idea.
   I think its because I used to write for another (pointless?) medium-- a newspaper. For one and a half years I had the privilege of being Editor in Chief for the Meliorist Independent Student Newspaper -- www.themeliorist.ca-- at the University of Lethbridge. I say one and a half because in the latter half the second year a royal asshole of an employee sought to have me fired-- he didn't succeed, but I stepped back and allowed the staff to make most of the decisions.
    Fortunately, with the exception of the one asshole in the group, the rest of the people I worked with were extremely competent, thinking individuals and we got along just fine. Needless to say I used to write, and I used to write often: sometimes several full articles a week, and since ending that short employment (I was involved with the newspaper a total of 3 years, one as a section editor and two as the so-called "chief") I haven't wrote a damn thing. All of the various half-cocked novels I'd been working on before working at the newspaper have gone by the wayside and no matter how drunk or stoned I get (alcohol and marijuana always being the impetus of creativity) I can't seem to pick the tales back up again with any kind of verve.
    The drive, as they say, is gone. 
    I have hit the block of all writers' blocks when it comes to the fiction, historical fiction, and historical works I once attempted-- the characters are decrepit or too flat, the plots are stale, the magic is gone. But what I can write, what I have been writing for two years, is opinion. I can opine as the day is long, give me a topic and I will sweep you up in the whirlwind of my odious, and somewhat complex, world views.
    I can be a magnificent bore and so: I blog.

    I think the failing of most people when they get into this type of activity (and a fantasy I myself used to indulge ages ago) is that what they write will somehow make a difference. I think our egos have lost the scope of how big the world is, how jam-packed it is with people, and how very much information survives on the world-wide-web. I also think that people are too small-minded to understand the scope of everything-- I don't even think the greatest thinkers of history, restricted as they were by geography, theology, and a general lack of information, (compared to what is available to anyone with a computer -- or, I guess, a phone)  could quite comprehend the scope of the world.
    I'm earth-centric. I can't begin to understand the way this planet, with all its infinitesimal natural phenomenon, its people, its gravity, and its history, works--I couldn't give two hoots about the universe. The universe to me is a vast plethora of shiny bright things where occasionally something interesting happens. I don't have enough imagination to go further into it than that.

   Therefore what I will write will focus on the earth-- things I have noticed. Things I have seen. Things I have experienced. Things that I know, that I guess at, that I wonder-- it will all be here. Here will be the record (small though it may be) of my thoughts. Will they change the world? No, I doubt it. It isn't false modesty to say so, it's practicality-- and I am nothing if not practical.
    If someone else is reading this you will notice two things right off the bat: my grammar leaves something to be desired, and I am opinionated. While there is no hope for my grammar, my opinions are fluid-- they fluctuate as I take in new information. What I write one day may be countered the next as more information becomes available. This is simply how I work-- I like to think of myself as an educated person with a relatively high level of critical thinking, and I like to think critically about things for a long time before forming an opinion of them. However, if new information comes to light, that opinion may change. It happens. I openly and freely admit when I am wrong, and I dislike a reputation of being bull-headed and stubborn.

    So that is me-- your anonymous author. I am myself, and can only present as I am. You now know me more intimately than some friends. This, in my humble opinion, is the wonder of the Internet-- you know me so much, yet you know me so little.

   Until next time, Adieu.