Me vs. Blog

There are times when I think that maintaining a blog on the internet is a frivolous, futile project due to the fact that I rarely have anything interesting to write down. Those precious, fleeting moments when I do write something, it’s usually in my paper journal, which is tucked in my desk, (and made from paper that doesn’t come from trees, because I tend to be a pretentious environmentalist at times).

But those thoughts are usually personal and need not be read by anybody, as they are not very engaging thoughts, nor are they tidbits of wisdom. However, I often think such things as, “Wow, what I just wrote with this terrible ink pen, in my journal made of paper derived from banana leaves whilst sitting on a plane, concerning the habits of first-class airline passengers whose only special treatment is a dish of candy, slightly more comfortable seats, and a separation from us lowly coach flyers by a flimsy blue curtain, is something that maybe someone else might find interesting, especially people who read extremely long run-on sentences.” 

So, here I sit, writing a blog entry which I may or may not write about in my non-tree-paper journal later on tonight when detailing my uneventful Sunday. There is really no point to this entry, no point at all, other than the fact that it may or may not constitute an interesting thought which whoever is reading this may or may not enjoy.

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