Teachers party/Talking to Devon/Wine/Skype helps me stay current

I wrote this after I came home from a Teachers Party in December, where I had a bit too much. Not drunk, but "surlily" inspired. I wasn't going to post this, based on the advice of a good friend, but it is so funny. So many bad ideas standing in front of good ideas. Just look at:

I think walking a bicycle is better; Wouldn't you agree? How many times have you laughed after singing out loud and some stranger hearing you?



Don't get upset, forgive and forget. Bad apples will never satisfy. Get a bagel unless your doctor says "no!" - Devon S.



Wake up, ahhh, my head. What? Now you got it. Hey...huh. Then you act like you meant it. Abstract is my M.O. Get over it. Please pay attention. Ummmm, nuts. Well.\\\\



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I like when the coffee is free, but good. Make mine a double...You stupid.

P.S. I'm sorry if you feel I don't comment on your blog. I often forget that you have to type in the security code and thus leave the blog uncommented.

...I wanted to?

Well, that answer wasn't good enough.

What's next? What is your plan? What is your goal? What are you trying to accomplish by coming here?

An unfortunate mess. A glorious epiphany. A doubtful flaw.

This experience is mine. I don't want to share it. But sometimes I want to a little. It's not that I am selfish with the experience, nor do I want to hide it. It is powerful. I just don't think I can do it. Living it is taxing enough. Reliving it may end up doing no good for the listener, and may leave me twisted in hindsight analyzation and confused, recurring realizations. I may not benefit from experiencing it again through word spoken or written. Maybe I'm worried I will think about it too much, cheapen it, and lessen the affect (or effect).

Somehow I feel that I couldn't really go back to how I was, even if I tried. Not for long at least. However, I am still not confident enough to say, "I have changed." Not fundamentally, not yet. Even if it is true, I am not confident yet.

Again I veer toward the vague and ambiguous abstract thoughts. At least now I can use the excuse that I'm in Japan.

I worry that one may get the impression that this venture in exposition is indicative of the content to follow on this "blog" (I wish these things had some other name; the word just feels so ugly in my mouth). Although, I can't say that I won't discuss my expedition to the far east, I certainly won't make it the exclusive theme.

When writing informally, I do what I want. Even though I have already made it clear that I understand the failure of this answer to the question "Why?", I felt it a fitting way to end this half-hearted, divulgence tease. Simply put, I wanted to.