Wow...March eh? That's the last blog I've written, an infamous posted and deleted from March...I've had nothing worth writing about since March...nah that can't be right...I mean...so much has happened, so much change, drama, laughs and cries...it doesn't seem like it's been since March...I feel like an adult who revisits the house of his youth, only to find that rocking horse in the attic, covered in dust and cobwebs, worn handles and marks in the wood, but still intact...the seat looks inviting, I'm going to rock for a spell...
I'm spooked...as I've come to realize, my only muse to write seems to be emotional pain...mainly selfish, self-loathing rants designed as both therapy and punishment...as attacks or in defence, regardless of how well-worded or clever...well...that's boring, even if you like their music, you realize that you only needed to buy AC/DC albums up to Back in Black, the rest is just repetition...Yet here I am...writing...a little lackluster maybe, but writing...naked, without the comfort and warmth of bitter misery...I've cast off that shadow, I've met the day, I'm having tea in the garden...where's my top hat...
I'm about to close the book on 2 years...I'm a few days away from it...the bookmark has been placed on the second last page for months. I know how the story ends...there will be no surprise climax...and though I've been procrastinating finally finishing it off, it's time to put it on the shelf to collect dust with the rest...so I will do it justice, finish off that chapter, and whole-heartedly delve into the one I've been enjoying these last three months...it's a comedy/drama...I haven't laughed so hard....
A funny thing happens sometimes...sometimes after you've picked yourself up, smoothed out the wrinkles, adjusted the necktie, checked your collar, smeared down that cowlick, and step into that life you've created for yourself...sometimes you miss that puddle as you walk...make it through a whole coffee wearing a still white shirt...catch that elevator before the doors close...
Am I less interesting to read now? Maybe...no one slows on the 401 when there is no accident...well... seldom...Maybe I'll find something different to speak on...there is an election coming...you can smell it in the air...
