Tales Of The Fencesitter

Where do you go to when the well of inspiration has dried up?

I’ve been wracking my brain all day where to get that extra push to do something that I really must do. Everytime i came up empty. It’s a ridiculous, ridiculous thing. Maybe it’s plain sloth, or the heat, or what the hell, the lack of rain.

When a nocturnal animal like me is suddenly thrust into the harsh light of day, things change; and most of the time it’s not for the better.

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Here’s an interesting piece about blogging from The New York Times:

Not all fallow blogs die from lack of reader interest. Some bloggers find themselves too busy — what with, say, homework and swim practice, or perhaps even housework and parenting. Others graduate to more immediate formats, like Twitter and Facebook. And a few — gasp — actually decide to reclaim some smidgen of personal privacy. - Blogs Falling In An Empty Forest

Some blog because they got carried away by the hype.  Those who blog just for the heck of it usually become disinterested after a while and just leave their created blogs floating in the wastelands of the world wide web.

“Ang arte mo na ngayon.”

An ‘old’ friend commented on my facebook account.  Oh gad, if you think I’m ‘maarte’ you should see this blog!  I’ll drown you in my own version of pretension, your day old goatee and all.

People turn into a different kind of animal when they’re online.  Maybe not everyone but putting the figure at around 90% should be about right.  I turn into a totally different being altogether.  All the things that I can only imagine while I’m talking to people I can do it here.  Say fuck for example?  Oh yes please.

Some folks confuse your offline persona to be the be all and end all of your existence.  Unfortunately there are some folks like myself who can only truly and utterly spread their wings online.  Call it coming out of the monitor or whatever, just don’t put a label to it. Or yeah, put a label to it.  Whatever turns you on.