...Bless me blogosphere for I have sinned...
"In the absence of a reference point, you lose a sense of scale. It's just as true of ego as it is of anything else. Maybe that's why blogs are so popular with the lonely.
Or maybe we all still need our confessionals.
'...Bless me blogosphere for I have sinned...'
"For all its claims to being cosmopolitan, the City of Angels is just as big and empty as any midwestern town.
If it sounds to you like my ideas are no longer original, it's a side effect of spending 4+ hours a day in soul-dissolving traffic in this bleak landscape.
Honestly, after 6 months staring at the same overpass twice a day, you'd want to attack it with a spray paint can too!
"I won't say being here is destroying me (that's just melodrama), but that feeling that I am 'fallen from grace' has never gone away. Each month I spend here in the current circumstances is half-wasted.
"I'm tired of waiting for lazy people to do the jobs they're being paid to do. I have infinite resentment that mine and Sparrow's well-being and future hinges to such an extent on people who neither know us nor care about us.
"I don't regret marrying Sparrow, as she is certainly the love of my life. But as it does happen, my choices have consequences, and half of all these consequences are ruled by chance. It just so happens that my luck is running a bit dry at the moment.
"Either that, or I cut corners in the wrong places, and I've reached a (I hate to say the word) dead-end. I need a new direction, and I'm hoping that it won't involve too much redirection or back-tracking.
"Sometimes I feel jealous and angry looking at people's wonderful works of spectacle and art on the video screen. It's easy to forget this is the work of dozens of creative grunts working under a person who can afford to spend all day and night sitting back and dreaming up crazy dreams.
"Don't you wish you could be an art director?
"The fact that the people highest up on the chain work least never ceases to offend me, considering I've been doing continuous overtime for two months now.
"But I'm digressing again, back into bitching. Rather than focusing so much on my own troubles, I need to look for fresh inspiration.
"After all, nothing feels like new life like fresh inspiration, right?"
* * * *
...The Dragon had, indeed, finally grown claws. They still weren't fully sharp and it sometimes felt like they couldn't grow in fast enough, but at least they were now there. Looking back at his circumstances, he now knew he didn't have a choice but to grow them in order to survive in this new environment.
It was another weapon for the arsenal. Now he needed to figure out what the next step was to be.
Come to think of it, he had lost track of his goal. Or perhaps he had reached it sooner than expected, and was now caught without a plan.
So now what?
Or maybe we all still need our confessionals.
'...Bless me blogosphere for I have sinned...'
"For all its claims to being cosmopolitan, the City of Angels is just as big and empty as any midwestern town.
If it sounds to you like my ideas are no longer original, it's a side effect of spending 4+ hours a day in soul-dissolving traffic in this bleak landscape.
Honestly, after 6 months staring at the same overpass twice a day, you'd want to attack it with a spray paint can too!
"I won't say being here is destroying me (that's just melodrama), but that feeling that I am 'fallen from grace' has never gone away. Each month I spend here in the current circumstances is half-wasted.
"I'm tired of waiting for lazy people to do the jobs they're being paid to do. I have infinite resentment that mine and Sparrow's well-being and future hinges to such an extent on people who neither know us nor care about us.
"I don't regret marrying Sparrow, as she is certainly the love of my life. But as it does happen, my choices have consequences, and half of all these consequences are ruled by chance. It just so happens that my luck is running a bit dry at the moment.
"Either that, or I cut corners in the wrong places, and I've reached a (I hate to say the word) dead-end. I need a new direction, and I'm hoping that it won't involve too much redirection or back-tracking.
"Sometimes I feel jealous and angry looking at people's wonderful works of spectacle and art on the video screen. It's easy to forget this is the work of dozens of creative grunts working under a person who can afford to spend all day and night sitting back and dreaming up crazy dreams.
"Don't you wish you could be an art director?
"The fact that the people highest up on the chain work least never ceases to offend me, considering I've been doing continuous overtime for two months now.
"But I'm digressing again, back into bitching. Rather than focusing so much on my own troubles, I need to look for fresh inspiration.
"After all, nothing feels like new life like fresh inspiration, right?"
* * * *
...The Dragon had, indeed, finally grown claws. They still weren't fully sharp and it sometimes felt like they couldn't grow in fast enough, but at least they were now there. Looking back at his circumstances, he now knew he didn't have a choice but to grow them in order to survive in this new environment.
It was another weapon for the arsenal. Now he needed to figure out what the next step was to be.
Come to think of it, he had lost track of his goal. Or perhaps he had reached it sooner than expected, and was now caught without a plan.
So now what?