A boring blog post

Bring back the silly.
The quick and easy.
The nonsense.
Make procrastination a reason.

Note: this post is for me, it will bore you, it’s about this blog, which is really only of any interest to me as a whole. Perhaps you are interested in a post here and there, but it’s different for me. This is me.

I overthink.
I revisit and question.
I write.
I publish.
I muse.
I note.

It’s all the same thing really just the intent that differs, and with that intent a level of motivation, a desire to write like this, think like that.

None of this is new, but it is boring.

Throw it away and start again? No. Not all of it at least. The premise is fine, the execution flawed. Giving up myself to hopefully please others —ohhh please like my words, please say you admire this blog— a pathetic ritual I want rid.

Maybe it’s small versus big. Essay versus post. Musing versus note. Aren’t they all the same?

Books read, music pondered, movies watched, sporadically written then veered away from —who cares what I think? Not even me sometimes— but then the loss of the past, fading in my memory alone, is the fate of such things.

My favourite book? The last one I read. All the words overwhelm yet here I am adding more.

This post has no real meaning, and askance viewing of where this is now. Is it supposed to be here?

Serious, considered, and also fleetingly pointless (isn’t it all).

Switching it round then. More regular is everything, only Musings are separate. Yes, cleaner for me. And for you, dear reader?

Will it free me? Will it overwhelm you.

In short. I’m tweaking things.

Again.