Okay, so let's be honest, I am not the best at blogging. I probably never will be.
I mean, I am devoted to you 5 readers eagerly awaiting my spaced posts, but maybe it's time you start reading some other blogs too:
The Daily Green
Jon Huckins
& Where do I put the paper?
I've been quite a few places this fall, none of them far, but many foreign.
Most foreign? Los Angeles Skid Row.
Least foreign? Hollister, CA: Current Location
Since we are being honest, I hate being home. I feel useless and bored more times than not, and when I am void of those emotions I feel angry and helpless. I feel trapped in a spiritless house of no ambition. I feel bad for having dreams and aspirations and the desire to fulfill the world, when the time spent in these walls by others is consumed with unending hours of television and video games. There just has to be more to life than this.
It just gets me thinking, how many other houses are like mine? How many places are filled with able, wonderful people who lack the motivation to pry themselves from their selfish activities and apply that time to a greater cause? How many problems would be solved?
And there is no Christmas.
I know I hate Christmas.
but I still want it to be Christmas. I want just one piece of decor. I want this house to have thought about a tree or lights or pie. I want something other than selfishness.
