How much of your use is purely mechanical?
Rat/switch/reward/repeat?
How many of your substance excursions have resulted in life-changing events?
And how many of those big changes were for the better?
That’s a lot of questions for a blog which is supposed to be about me. They aren’t entirely rhetorical questions either. I’m not suggesting that you message me with drug-soaked ramblings or philosophising.
In fact, please don’t message me. I feel obliged to answer every message I get, and to do so with some substance (that is a play on words, I am not dealing – never have, never will) so I find texting and messaging kind of exhausting. Hence, I am not on Facebook and if I have any say in the matter, never will be. Way too much information out there. Makes me dizzy.
So then, what’s the point of this blog?
Good question. (Great, now I’m having a dialogue with myself... )
There is no shortage of text out there on the net, or in the big wide world at large – in fact, there’s more than any individual could possibly consume in a lifetime, or even multiple lifetimes. In fact, there’s more than anyone would really want to ‘consume’. If you tried, you would be very sick indeed.
Because...
There’s a lot of shit out there.
Yes, I know that is a rude and judgemental thing to say. And I know that I am now adding to the pile with this here blog thing.
But...
I may have something worth saying. Maybe. Time will tell.
There may be a big gap between entries in this here blog thing, and there’s a very real possibility that no one will ever read it, and that I will forget about it, like so many other projects that I’ve started and not finished.
So why do it?
(again with the self dialogue... I really should see someone – possibly a psychologist!)
Good question
(shut up already!!)
Well...
If I may borrow an analogy which has been used at least once before by at least one very wise person
(and if I may not borrow it, then I will steal it – for a good cause!)
Birds sing. I write.
That’s a very truncated version of the ... thing. Hopefully it makes some kind of sense.
Bye for now!
(Who am I talking to...?)
Rat/switch/reward/repeat?
How many of your substance excursions have resulted in life-changing events?
And how many of those big changes were for the better?
That’s a lot of questions for a blog which is supposed to be about me. They aren’t entirely rhetorical questions either. I’m not suggesting that you message me with drug-soaked ramblings or philosophising.
In fact, please don’t message me. I feel obliged to answer every message I get, and to do so with some substance (that is a play on words, I am not dealing – never have, never will) so I find texting and messaging kind of exhausting. Hence, I am not on Facebook and if I have any say in the matter, never will be. Way too much information out there. Makes me dizzy.
So then, what’s the point of this blog?
Good question. (Great, now I’m having a dialogue with myself... )
There is no shortage of text out there on the net, or in the big wide world at large – in fact, there’s more than any individual could possibly consume in a lifetime, or even multiple lifetimes. In fact, there’s more than anyone would really want to ‘consume’. If you tried, you would be very sick indeed.
Because...
There’s a lot of shit out there.
Yes, I know that is a rude and judgemental thing to say. And I know that I am now adding to the pile with this here blog thing.
But...
I may have something worth saying. Maybe. Time will tell.
There may be a big gap between entries in this here blog thing, and there’s a very real possibility that no one will ever read it, and that I will forget about it, like so many other projects that I’ve started and not finished.
So why do it?
(again with the self dialogue... I really should see someone – possibly a psychologist!)
Good question
(shut up already!!)
Well...
If I may borrow an analogy which has been used at least once before by at least one very wise person
(and if I may not borrow it, then I will steal it – for a good cause!)
Birds sing. I write.
That’s a very truncated version of the ... thing. Hopefully it makes some kind of sense.
Bye for now!
(Who am I talking to...?)