So, I'll admit here and now I do not consider myself a very talented writer. I mean, I have a verbose vocabulary, and a penchant for grammar, but when it comes to putting my own thoughts into actual words, well, I often end up coming off with the creative intellect of Goofy.
Actually, that's not fair. He's probably funnier.
That said, I feel as if I'm going to burst if I'm not able to put my thoughts somewhere, and since this "Journal" business seems to be getting more popular, I figured this was as good a place as any. Maybe by some act of divine intervention I'll actually make a sensible point or say something of true intellectual value, but don't hold your breathe.
And so, with that warning out of the way, as my favorite childhood author would put it.
Hobey ho, let's go.
Living in the middle of nowhere has it's perks, for one, it's much easier to avoid them, and for two, when driving the 45 minutes from town to my house, I'm left with a lot of time to think and reflect.
And sing along horribly to loud music.
But this evening I was doing the former, and since it was night, it was incredibly dark and, whenever I passed an oncoming vehicle, I was temporarily blinded by their headlights, and couldn't see the road, and tried not to shit myself until they had passed.
It struck me that that's a good metaphor for life. Most of the time we go along, enjoying the drive, or occasionally just enduring it, but occasionally something comes along and completely blindsides us, and we're left with no vision of the road ahead, trusting simply that if we keep the car straight, we'll end up not dead.
Actually, that's not fair. He's probably funnier.
That said, I feel as if I'm going to burst if I'm not able to put my thoughts somewhere, and since this "Journal" business seems to be getting more popular, I figured this was as good a place as any. Maybe by some act of divine intervention I'll actually make a sensible point or say something of true intellectual value, but don't hold your breathe.
And so, with that warning out of the way, as my favorite childhood author would put it.
Hobey ho, let's go.
Entry #1
Living in the middle of nowhere has it's perks, for one, it's much easier to avoid them, and for two, when driving the 45 minutes from town to my house, I'm left with a lot of time to think and reflect.
And sing along horribly to loud music.
But this evening I was doing the former, and since it was night, it was incredibly dark and, whenever I passed an oncoming vehicle, I was temporarily blinded by their headlights, and couldn't see the road, and tried not to shit myself until they had passed.
It struck me that that's a good metaphor for life. Most of the time we go along, enjoying the drive, or occasionally just enduring it, but occasionally something comes along and completely blindsides us, and we're left with no vision of the road ahead, trusting simply that if we keep the car straight, we'll end up not dead.