Kicking up the dust ...

The strange thing about writing a diary and blogging is that after a certain time, you feel as if you have ran out of things to pour out into the world of words.

There is just so much one can tell about ones own life.
We do not live the interesting life of Mr.Bond or Alex Ryder.
And frankly speaking, constantly posting stuff about how we narrowly missed being killed or blown up gets kind of stale after the first 20 times.
Seriously, if you are always getting away with surviving the near misses, it becomes like a norm which is expected of you.

"Of course James Bond survives, his the title character isn't he? Now we should look at the girls that he almost always gets romantically involve, thats where the story is."

Which is what I think eventually becomes the focus of their lives.

What about you and me?
Its obvious, isn't it?
Our stories are basically about the people around us, instead of us.
We are the plain, uninteresting, menial stain on the wall.
But them drama queens or hot jocks, those are the interesting people which warrant posting about.

But alas, even those subjects are far and few.
Our life is just not as interesting as we hope it to be.

That is only to be expected when we keep doing the same thing every single day.
Nothing can change, which is the meaning of the word "constant".
Which is synonymous with "boring".

So here is me trying to move away from that "constant".
Pitching myself onto something which is "unsafe".

I have decided to start caring a bit more.
Loving a little further.
Fearing a little less.

The result of it could be a lot more hurt, maybe a bit more tears.
But it is that which I am suddenly passionate about again.
People.

Eventually of course, it will come down to how much of pain I can withstand.
Or more appropriately, how much of love I can muster.
But at least, I am willing to try again.

Seriously ...

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Got to hop ...

So just the facts.

1. Have been working my ass off due to a promise I made to a friend.
2. Migraine has been more frequent for unknown reasons but I blame the weather.
3. Found out that I am actually married and did not dream up the whole thing.
4. Pray that if it was a dream, I will never wake up ... ever.

I will make an effort to post more but time schedules have made it very hard to sit down and really put proper wordings into thoughts.

Am patiently waiting for my dateline to come so that I can get myself a Tablet which will give me the ability to better utilize my time during commuting and do some proper postings.

Long blogs are really hard to do when I am using my PDA.

Thanks for visiting.