I don’t know how many times I’ve referred to this blog as my last bastion of sanity, or the virtual graveyard where I bury memories so that I may one day rediscover them to my delight/suprise/embarrasment. That’s precisely what it is. Take the time to read it and you’ll find it exhilaratingly depressing and self-absorved.

Still, I was suprised, no shocked, to hear that my musings/virtual catharsis had an unintentionally provocative effect! It is to my credit (and sometimes great detriment) that I am, at the very least, consistent in my response. What that really means, if you don’t know me well enough, is that I couldn’t give a fuck what you think.

Unlike the ridiculous response people who campaign against television violence face (which is, don’t watch TV then), it actually takes mens rea to read a blog. You need to type in the address, or at least unearth it from beneath a pile of scattered virtual bookmarks. What that means, is that if you choose to read something, you read at your own peril.

Moreover, any one with a semblence of intelligence should be able to surmise that almost every entry I write is perpetually wrapped in a  cloak of ambiguity. Whether I’m discussing past relationships, lamenting no relationship, rejoicing a happy relationship (shit, this is all about girls) or simply deciding to write because it makes me feel good, I always remain vague. What that means is that if something you read struck a chord in you, then you ought to ask yourself why it did.

I do not think it even necessary to embark upon a defence of my right to free speech, or to explain the basis of my presumptions. Even typing out that last sentence, I feel disgusted at the idea that I might be trying to justify myself.

So, whilst I have a long way yet to go before I may consider myself learned in the ways of the world, let me conclude by sharing a lesson that took me a while to learn: Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish…and even if you are, you may not like what you find at the end. Now what that means, and I’m being categorically clear here, is that my last blog post was simply an observation coupled with a lamentation. The former concerns an observation of what I consider to be a sistemic state of affairs whilst the latter is a response that the said state prejudices my right to excellence.

You know, this just reinforces what I wrote in the post prior to the previous one, that I really am tired of Bristol and am looking forward to moving on.

~ by aevylain on May 2, 2009.