So this week, you get nothing. No story, no piece of story. Just a blog entry, and I’m not even going to proof read it. It’s not that I don’t care about you, it’s more to do with the fact that most things you will read in your lifetime will be drafted and re-written a hundred times, and I wanted to promise you that this isn’t one of them. Does that make this a more honest post, or make me a more honest man?
Perhaps this will give a more candid insight into my thoughts and feelings, but on the other hand, why should you care? You don’t know me, and you haven’t invested enough in me to want to know what goes on in my head, aside from the stuff written specifically to entertain you. Here, we have something that isn’t written to entertain you. It isn’t written for any reason. it doesn’t even have a point. I have no beginning, middle and end; I have no lesson for you; there is nothing profound contained within these paragraphs.
My only goal today was to write three blocks of text to accompany a blog entry pinched from another website, just so you could see that I have at least uploaded one piece of original content. Does that say anything about me, I wonder. I don’t wonder about it for long, though, because I can see that I have nearly accomplished three paragraphs, three meandering paragraphs of little more than fluff. Now, in my aimlessness, I have begun to entertain myself with metaphors that I am sure later will sound amateurish and over-reaching. I will therefore stop here.
I lay no claim to any profundity the reader may have serendipitously discovered or invented.