Truths of Old

Okay.

Uninspired. Post call. Best time to write. Not.

So head is in a mess - unsurprising.

Did not study - also unsurprising.

Let's see.

Every so rarely (often would be a gross misrepresentation of the truth) I stumble onto sites that link mine, with gushing descriptions of a blog about some long-lost love, and about how time changes perceptions of love. blahblah.

So while I'm here feeling grouchy and sleep deprived, let me state explicitly what this blog is not about.

This blog is not about Her.
So She crops up a lot - more so in the past than now. It's just a reflection of the thoughts that creep into and out of my mind.

We were close once, and the very act of meeting her (we were young when it happened) shaped me into who I am today. I admit, I think about her once in a while. And it would probably creep her out to know - so so much the better that we are no longer on the same continent, let alone in contact, I guess.

This blog is also not about love.
I mean, sod it - I don't know the first thing about love. I've had a phenomenally bad track record when it comes to love. Including letting the big fish slip back into the ocean - or rather, setting it free, out of stupid, oxymoronic selfless selfishness.

This blog is not about work. I can't write a work-blog anymore -- it would probably cost me my job.

I guess this blog is really just meant to be about my thoughts - mine.