The Unrepentant Slacker
I've been a quiet blogger for some time.
It's not that I've been busy lately, though that is true. It's not that there's nothing to write about, for there is plenty. It's just that sometimes one doesn't want to always be up to speed on everything. Everyone wants to slacken off once in a while. Oftentimes it's the blog that gets left behind.
Well, that's not really too bad, is it? Can't a blog be also some kind of release? Why else do many people blog anonymously? If slacking off is a release, then so be it. I just can't help but notice the irony -- blogging as a form of release but then slacking off means no blog. Hmmmm.
The end of the year is closing in fast. I'm not even sure Christmas would make a stopover before we hit New Year. Maybe that's why I'm slacking off, trying to slow down time. But it's futile. When I hit "publish post" it will show the days elapsed from the last entry.
Slacking off has a function in the universe. Even the best transmission would make a car pause for that split second before shifting into higher gear. Amongst spiritualists, it is the limbo before heaven, enlightenment before nirvana. But I'm not out to intellectualize slacking off. I'm just here to make an admission and not feel remorseful about it.
Who knows, the floodwaters would rush through the finger holding the dam, and next year this blog would be less quiet?
It's not that I've been busy lately, though that is true. It's not that there's nothing to write about, for there is plenty. It's just that sometimes one doesn't want to always be up to speed on everything. Everyone wants to slacken off once in a while. Oftentimes it's the blog that gets left behind.
Well, that's not really too bad, is it? Can't a blog be also some kind of release? Why else do many people blog anonymously? If slacking off is a release, then so be it. I just can't help but notice the irony -- blogging as a form of release but then slacking off means no blog. Hmmmm.
The end of the year is closing in fast. I'm not even sure Christmas would make a stopover before we hit New Year. Maybe that's why I'm slacking off, trying to slow down time. But it's futile. When I hit "publish post" it will show the days elapsed from the last entry.
Slacking off has a function in the universe. Even the best transmission would make a car pause for that split second before shifting into higher gear. Amongst spiritualists, it is the limbo before heaven, enlightenment before nirvana. But I'm not out to intellectualize slacking off. I'm just here to make an admission and not feel remorseful about it.
Who knows, the floodwaters would rush through the finger holding the dam, and next year this blog would be less quiet?
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