so, it came to mind recently, that i've had this blog nearly a year now.
i also realized that i haven't really posted all that much.
that doesn't mean that i haven't been busy, right? i've lost and then gained a job. dated. slept. read. ate. did all the things that go into a life. filled time with games and books and music and friends.
but what it makes me think about more and more is the fact that a lot of that life is not merely undocumented in a a very sollipsistic way... but that i haven't really been attempting to lead a life worth talking about.
not to get deeply psychoanalytical, but um... there's life out there. and there's life in here. and i don't really avoid mirrors so much as don't pay attention to what they're saying to me.
there's this person that we all imagine ourselves to be... who's better looking, better dressed, richer and incredibly more successful and well-loved than any of us could hope to be.
then there's us.
and there's something in between that we should be aiming for, isn't there? some place where the two dots connect occassionally?
well, here's a toast to that third person and the fond hopes that we meet in the mirror someday.
more later. (really? yeah, really)
