drivel

it’s been quite a while since i’ve attempted to write, well, anything. in fact – ive been staring at the blinking cursor now for… a heck, there i go again.

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i’m being over critical of what i write even before i think of writing it. it’s a nasty habit. one i only seem to excel at during winter. my personal “low tide” as it were. heck, i don’t know if that even makes sense. i probably shouldn’t care, right? this is, after all, my personal blog. so what if it all comes out horribly wrong?

nah, that didn’t work. theres no conviction in that last sentence. i do care. and caring is a good thing – what with all the power in words and sentiments. caring is good. but for these last few weeks – it’s also been debilitating.

still is, it seems. if it really is caring (or some form of concern) that is keeping the words hidden from me. am i scared of what i’ll say, if i do say something? there isn’t really anything that i feel a strong desire to comment on – so i should be safe. even the proposition 8 fiasco going down in the states leaves me cold. okay, maybe just a bit nippy – otherwise i wouldn’t have called it a fiasco, right?

(note: i deleted and rewrote a follow-up sentence 5 times before deciding to just give up on it.)

maybe it’s this cold i’m battling with? probably not – though it is a handy excuse.

ugh… i need a hug.