I think I give off the impression of being quite uninteresting. People generally make assumptions based on what the eyes can see, unfortunately. And I’ve got quite a few things going against me. I’m chubby, for instance (I’m desperately wanting to go into denial about this, but what the heck. I was skinny 5 years ago, but that’s another story). I am fair-skinned and plain-faced, so naturally I never stand out. I dress simply in comfy jeans and shirts, so I can’t generate any head-turning with my outfits (unless I wear one of those shirts with glaring messages on them - I have one that says, "Have you embraced my t-shirt today?"). I wear glasses, too, and they instantly add a touch of "geek" to the otherwise already unremarkable package.
But inside… heck, do make an effort to look inside. I may not be a very exciting person, but I think I’m quirky enough to at least merit a few tries at getting all figured out. =P
It’s been ages since I last posted something here. I haven’t even blogged about Christmas or my New Year Celebrations. It seems a strange thing to me. I used to never run out of tales to tell. I used to look at life in vivid colors, used to think that there was always something exciting to look forward to around the corner somewhere.
Oh, well. I guess there just comes a point in our life when disillusionment comes in.
I really must blog some more, if only to get back into the habit of writing. Of purging disturbing thoughts and emotions. Of letting go. And self-therapy. I could probably list twenty more reasons, but I think the aforementioned ones are sufficient to get my point across.
Like Menger commented once, I haven’t been updating – he hoped it didn’t reflect the “reality” – which means my life must be so friggin’ empty or just downright boring these days.
It’s not so much my life as it is me. I guess I’ve been feeling lazy or something. Or there are…stuff…that I’m just not free enough to regale people with right now.
I hate sounding obscure like this, but what the hell.