The circle is now complete.
Two things occurred to me today.
First, after consulting my lj calendar, I discovered that it had been nearly one month since my last entry. As an individual who prides himself on his dedication to his writing, I'm forced to hold myself in contempt for a heinous crime against... well, against myself. I don't like myself when I'm not writing. I don't like the way it makes me feel.
Second, it's been exactly one year since I started this thing. 365 days. 12 months. 8,760 hours? But that isn't the important stuff.
I'm one year further along in my search than I was when I first put finger-tip to keyboard to start what has become my most significant and honest piece of work. That means I've gone through:
1 graduation
3 different jobs
several thousand dollars
approximately three "heartbreaks"
a handful of close new friendships
multiple ruptured friendships
1 college orientation
my first semester at BC
6 or 7 college football contests
and
more life-changing experiences than I'm ready to talk about.
It's tough enough to remember who the people I know were one year ago, but me? Forget it. It's so hard to seperate the here and now from the then and there that most people stop trying.
My hair is longer, my frame's a little leaner, my dvd shelf a bit more respectable, and my taste in music has been drastically altered.
That isn't the important stuff.
Important stuff is what I've talked about here, on these pages, over the past 525,600 minutes of my life.
When I forget why, for better or for worse, I am the person I've become, this is always here to remind me. Because of Mr. Trubisz. And Dr. Groden, and Prof. Grattan, and every other goddamn person in my life that I'm too selfish and lazy and embarrassed to thank.
What I can't say in real life, I'm more than willing to expound upon here.
I guess the long and short of it is, this is the beginning of Chapter 2.
Here's hoping it makes for reading as interesting as the previous installment.
Peace and good karma.
First, after consulting my lj calendar, I discovered that it had been nearly one month since my last entry. As an individual who prides himself on his dedication to his writing, I'm forced to hold myself in contempt for a heinous crime against... well, against myself. I don't like myself when I'm not writing. I don't like the way it makes me feel.
Second, it's been exactly one year since I started this thing. 365 days. 12 months. 8,760 hours? But that isn't the important stuff.
I'm one year further along in my search than I was when I first put finger-tip to keyboard to start what has become my most significant and honest piece of work. That means I've gone through:
1 graduation
3 different jobs
several thousand dollars
approximately three "heartbreaks"
a handful of close new friendships
multiple ruptured friendships
1 college orientation
my first semester at BC
6 or 7 college football contests
and
more life-changing experiences than I'm ready to talk about.
It's tough enough to remember who the people I know were one year ago, but me? Forget it. It's so hard to seperate the here and now from the then and there that most people stop trying.
My hair is longer, my frame's a little leaner, my dvd shelf a bit more respectable, and my taste in music has been drastically altered.
That isn't the important stuff.
Important stuff is what I've talked about here, on these pages, over the past 525,600 minutes of my life.
When I forget why, for better or for worse, I am the person I've become, this is always here to remind me. Because of Mr. Trubisz. And Dr. Groden, and Prof. Grattan, and every other goddamn person in my life that I'm too selfish and lazy and embarrassed to thank.
What I can't say in real life, I'm more than willing to expound upon here.
I guess the long and short of it is, this is the beginning of Chapter 2.
Here's hoping it makes for reading as interesting as the previous installment.
Peace and good karma.