Crankcase

Two bags of jelly beans, a ten-year old and a Tilt-A-Whirl.

Okay, I’m back. I had my little hissy fit, sulked in the corner for a day or two and finally came to the realization about why I write. It’s not to build my skills in writing (although it does help sometimes) and it’s not about who reads this or even who comments on this. It’s to write about me and see what I have to say. I know it sounds like this should be coming from some padded cell, but how often do you really think about who you are and what you say and think? Writing is one of those rare gifts that we give ourselves to understand ourselves better. Memories are short, If someone else finds my haphazard groupings of thoughts interesting, great. If not, it couldn’t be helped.

I even went so far as to start up a new blog here. This was not the blog I had originally promised, but something that actually came to me after fixing a small leak in my heater this morning. It’s mostly for homeowners. Renters and condo dwellers might get something out of it, but probably if only to realize why they pay their landlords so much coin.

I also joined a gym. For those of you that know me, the miracle of genetics granted me curves in every place where there should be none. Pear shaped torso, buttocks like the continental shelf, and enormous feet and hands attached to stick-thin ankles and wrists. I look like a lankier version of Homer Simpson (can’t you tell I just exude self-confidence from every pore?). To say I made it into a gym, much less joined one as a member, is no small feat. Fortunately, this gym is much better than most. There are some gorillas present (you know the type: hairy ogres with arms like Popeye who communicate only in a series of grunts and whistles) and some Betties, but mostly it’s just ordinary looking people trying to burn off what the holidays put on them. No sneering looks, no heavy pushing of carbo-this and protein-that for the extra cash, just four walls, some good equipment and people willing to help you at every step. Like I said once before, 2004 is gonna be good for me. Oh-five might find me sleeping in a ditch, but at least I could say I had one good year going for me.

posted by: Jiggsy at 01/21/04 12:12 | link | comments (1) |

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#1  24 January 2004 - 03:14

 

"...finally came to the realization about why I write. It’s not to build my skills in writing (although it does help sometimes) and it’s not about who reads this or even who comments on this. It’s to write about me and see what I have to say"

you and me both. when I found motime, I opened up a blog almost on a whim; I didn't much less expect to have any readers at all. but I wrote anyway, because though, yesh, it's great to be read, it's great to write, too. to some extent, we are each our own first and most important reader. we are the only people who can ever completely and absolutely understand ourselves; so if you can write comfortably for yourself, what more is there?

mictlantecuhtli

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