The Initial Dilemma

What does it mean to blog?

To compile literary pieces?

To chronicle mundane life events?

To complain about the inequality of the world?

To confuse others with abstract concepts and ideologies?

Sad isn’t it, when we humans resort to selected pieces of glorified information to define ourselves?

(I wonder what the future generation of intelligence's anthropologists will say of us.)

I just can’t help myself but conform to the masses.

I guess we’ll have to find out together which of the directions above pull me the strongest.
Hopefully I'll come off as smart and witty in the process.

Or at least I won't offend anyone that I wouldn't want to offend at that given point of time.

The Inaugural Doubt

I have no idea why I started a blog.

Maybe I thought that I have plenty of things to say. Maybe I thought I am blessed with the gift of literature. Maybe I thought writing would help me grow as a person, mentally as well as spiritually. Maybe I thought I simply enjoy writing. I was wrong.

For one, I am experiencing the longest writers’ block ever. New moons have passed since I contributed to this blog yet I have nothing to show for it. Sure I can conjure up whole compositions in my head at the oddest moments of the day: while I am spending quality time on the throne; while I am commuting mind-numbingly to and from work; or while I am just about to fall into a deep slumber in the wee hours of the morning, just to name a few. Coincidently, in all of these situations, neither the resources nor the will to put these random thoughts onto pen and paper were available.

Secondly, I am not exactly the type you call hard-working. Sometimes, you may find me highly passionate about something. However, give me a little time and you will see me brushing these once very hotly debated subjects off my shoulder like dandruff. I blame this on my genes – my mother suffers from short interest span too. Add that to my short memory span; don’t be surprised if you find yourself stumbling into this very entry for the next year or so.

Last but not least, being the perfectionist I think I am, it is very rare indeed to come across a piece that I am happy about. Rest assured that what you have seen posted in this very site are composition(s) that has been reviewed over and over again by yours truly. Forgive me for any mistakes – grammar, word selection, wrongly used jargons, etc. – for I believe I do not possess a strong command of this language. I can’t boast that I read enough.

So, here I am, crapping about my lack of proficiency in literature in the middle of the day when I'm supposed to be fervently working to increase the company's efficiency and profits. I guess I can only write when more important matters are at hand. Or at least just copy and paste stuff.

I have no idea why I started a blog.