Can I kick it? No, you can't.

Introspection

I was looking at the blog, and I understand that it's primarily a political beast. I can't really say for sure, but I don't think that was my original intent. I probably write about these things because most people who might stumble through here probably have some idea what I'm referring to, since I dwell on current events, and things one may read about in the paper or online. There is, I suppose, a fairly common frame of reference, at least if you are interested in this sort of mundane garbage. Alas, I am. I write for myself, and am flattered if anyone happens to see it and think well of it. I like politics, since ultimately, everything is politics.

But if I am writing for my own amusement, why should I care if there is anything here that people can relate to? Upon reflection, I don't really care. I write about things that are amusing, or that bother me, and current events never fail to fit the bill.

So, what about me?

I don't really like writing about myself, to be honest. I have conflicting opinions on the topic, and I can't move past the notion that my inner workings are nobody's business, anyway. Even non-perceptive types probably know a few truths about me from reading what I write. I suppose I'm comfortable with that. I'm not comfortable with just dumping my self-evaluation on to the damned internet. I'm emotionally shallow, anyway. I am not burdened with a great number of "big thoughts." I can piece things together that sound reasonable, but I know I don't know anything about anything that really matters. I'm still curious, though.

This was to be about me. So it is, and so it isn't.

Monday, November 07, 2005