Christmas 2018

Another Eve of Christmas moving through the night. Just like all the others, no tree, no presents, no stockings, and no love. My life is different. Though, I am not unique in this fact, it does not make living it any easier. I watch the movies, read the stories, and often find myself wishing I could have lived a more ordinary life. But, then, what is fun about being ordinary?

To say I have been floating without direction would be inaccurate. I have just been aimless without cause, but not for lack of trying. My dependence on others is shameful and part of my listless diability. I try to focus, but often realize my mind drifts elsewhere. Headaches come and go. Like, right now, I have a bit of a head-cold, or whatever it is, and my coughing and runny nose make it difficult to remain focused on what I want to do, write a cohesive blog entry here.

I know this one is going on a bit longer than usual. That is because I am using the Bluetooth keyboard connected to my tablet to type this prose out. I promise you, nothing this long could possibly be crafted on the touch-screen keyboard. It would be too tiresome and complicated.

The day will pass. Onwards to 2019! What can be accomplished? Should I stir up trouble by making predictions? I have never been very successful at making predictions. I may try to do so with my next post. Stay tuned for more.

Sunday funday

It was a number of years ago that I first learned of the crazy funny brother duo at JibJab with their hilarious end-of-year animations set to music. They even invited the public to upload our faces to their unique website and, using their hosted software, the ability to create fantastic cards and music videos and many hundreds were included in the year-end video that was publicised on the evening news! Now, they have this fun app, where, for a few bucks, you can share and download a clip, card, music video, or more that includes your and friends’ faces. Very cool, fun, and entirely addictive.

This nocturnal season

It is yet another holiday season and I continue to loath this time of the year. I am lonely. I am certain my place is foretold by the stars. I am meant to be alone. Prove me wrong.

The future is nothing but the present on a repeat cycle.

I tend towards the philosophical and my thoughts are unstructured. A discussion would be beneficial to this end. I love talking, though I could be better at listening.

More to write…