Yeah!
This is my first blogging experience. Which is good because I stopped keeping a journal about 5 months ago. I just kinda wasn’t interested in my own thoughts anymore. Keeping a journal is good. It gives some kind of witness to your life, even if that witness is an inanimate object such as a pad of paper. And if there is a witness to your life, then nothing is random or meaningless, because it has been reflected back on something, and so has some larger meaning. There is meaning bigger than you out there because something has been watching your life, your life has been reflected upon in the past tense and been endowed with meaning, damn it, who cares if it is only that pad of paper, that pad of paper really knows you. Or maybe it will be discovered by future explorers one day and you’ll be an Ann Frank of sorts.
So its like these past 5 months have been months without meaning. No reflection, no larger purpose, no witness. And no poetry, I might add. Its like, when you know that you’ll be writing things down later, you have that eye of a poet who notices raindrops on leaves, shadows filled with sorrow, and other such poetic coincidences.
Cyber world is my witness now! But really, waitressing in the North End is not as exciting and hip as it my seem….but yes it is, damn it!
