Every now and then people get the urge to show their dark sides, some more than others. For some people, such as perpetual victims, it comes as second nature. For others, it could simply be a character flaw or a poor attitude, coming from a difficult upbringing or an unpleasant experience. Some people enjoy revelling in irony or pointing out inadequacies externally to build up their own tender confidences. Some people simply turn to humor, some to music, some to writing diaries, journals or poetry, some to writing blogs. Other people may even turn their dark sides on themselves, such as attempting escape through drugs and/or alcohol, or willful self-destruction. The common theme is a type of catharsis - letting it out, getting it away.
For myself, I find that I'm on the verge of unleashing my dark forces. Hey, it happens. If you follow this blog, which I'm sure you most assuredly do not, you'll notice that first, there's not a lot of entries, so you don't really have a background for my style of writing generally, and two, I'm not one that comes across as altogether positive in what little writing I do produce. I'm what could be considered as aloof. Even on the ubiquitous Facebook, I'm not an avid user, despite being an avid viewer. I type out empty witticisims here and there, post music videos or stupid pictures every now and then, like everyone else, but generally keep myself in the background. Fair enough? Sure.
The last time I unleashed my dark forces, there were problems. Yes, the last time I opened my mouth sincerely, I was burned at the stake in an orgy of obloquy and given a true sense of how the freedom of speech is, in fact, a useful fairy tale. I'm a little older and may be able to control those forces a little better nowadays, perhaps, I don't know, channel them positively, because, as it happens, for me, it's the dark forces which give me the impetus to action; the motivation to conquer; the desire for victory and glory. We need a measure of human emotion to truly strive, balanced appropriately with a reasoned and seasoned mind. Cut out the emotion, and you've essentially got a clock.
So, perhaps a torrent of true dark energy will flow soon. Otherwise, you can expect my regular goofy updates, sporadic as they are, interspersed with a dearth of wit, sprinkled with general disdain.
Love you!!!
Wednesday 29 August 2012
Tuesday 7 August 2012
The Next Step
Alright. So it seems like forever since I last updated this blog, to me, at least, considering it has only been three weeks. I look back at how naive I was those three weeks ago and how experienced and matured I have become since then.
Apparently I've gathered together an entire audience of one, who I will not name out of respect for that individual, lest she be shamed in spending her off hours so frivolously. Writing for an audience takes on an entirely new meaning for me. Suddenly I actually have to think about how to write with an audience in mind! Oh one person of my audience, I have good feelings for you!
It's true, if anyone ever had seen my former blog, that there is a tendency towards the gloom or the foolish. Once, when writing my parents a postcard from Japan, they asked me, judging strictly from what I wrote and how I wrote it, whether I could be considered clinically depressed. I was aghast! No, parents, this is just how I am. Morbidly melancholy! Appreciate! That and the recourse to absolute foolishness, such as a pre-election comparison of Stephen Harper with a store mannequin sporting a cheap toupee. (I've got some of these blog posts backed up on a hard drive somewhere, unfortunately. I promise I won't re-release them to the viewing public).
I do my very best to be light-hearted and free-spirited and nice, but sometimes, my cynicism gets the better of me, despite my inclinations and aspirations. Moreover, I fear that my words can be construed as hurtful, which is never meant to be the case, as I adore commenting freely and easily, allowing whatever is at the bottom of my mind to bubble to the surface. On top of that, one must note that my background includes growing up in Cape Breton, considered to have a howling lack of civilization by some, or to exist 10 miles beyond the end of the Earth by others. (It's a beautiful place, though, people assure me). Therefore, my words can be blithe, coming from a rustic such as myself.
There. I've gone and bored you again. I'm really trying to keep these paragraphs compact and the ideas coherent. It's no easy task, let me assure you!
A number of days ago, I inadvertently posted an article about my antipathy of cover letters, which, while reflecting some truth, was too wrapped up in my own sentiment being so sorely exposed to the task on a daily basis. I normally try to avoid these types of articles, but when writing to so select an audience, and often for my own amusement only, I tend to reveal some personality best kept to myself.
In future posts, I welcome subject recommendations. Alas, since I'm unemployed, any 'work,' no matter how trivial and unpaid, would give me a feeling of serene satisfaction, that is, other than writing another cover letter destined for the abyss. So, audience of one, if you're here still, reading this, the challenge is set! (Or the request is made...) Leave a topic of your interest in the comment sections and I will use the supreme power of my intellect to elucidate on the subject, even if it is to merely reveal my ignorance or utter ineptitude.
P.S. - I found an essay on Canadian tax reform which I would love to share a couple of months back. The idea mirrored what I had thought myself, and to save time, it's easier to have someone else write something on one's own behalf. It always feels nice to have someone else share one's own opinion.
Apparently I've gathered together an entire audience of one, who I will not name out of respect for that individual, lest she be shamed in spending her off hours so frivolously. Writing for an audience takes on an entirely new meaning for me. Suddenly I actually have to think about how to write with an audience in mind! Oh one person of my audience, I have good feelings for you!
It's true, if anyone ever had seen my former blog, that there is a tendency towards the gloom or the foolish. Once, when writing my parents a postcard from Japan, they asked me, judging strictly from what I wrote and how I wrote it, whether I could be considered clinically depressed. I was aghast! No, parents, this is just how I am. Morbidly melancholy! Appreciate! That and the recourse to absolute foolishness, such as a pre-election comparison of Stephen Harper with a store mannequin sporting a cheap toupee. (I've got some of these blog posts backed up on a hard drive somewhere, unfortunately. I promise I won't re-release them to the viewing public).
I do my very best to be light-hearted and free-spirited and nice, but sometimes, my cynicism gets the better of me, despite my inclinations and aspirations. Moreover, I fear that my words can be construed as hurtful, which is never meant to be the case, as I adore commenting freely and easily, allowing whatever is at the bottom of my mind to bubble to the surface. On top of that, one must note that my background includes growing up in Cape Breton, considered to have a howling lack of civilization by some, or to exist 10 miles beyond the end of the Earth by others. (It's a beautiful place, though, people assure me). Therefore, my words can be blithe, coming from a rustic such as myself.
There. I've gone and bored you again. I'm really trying to keep these paragraphs compact and the ideas coherent. It's no easy task, let me assure you!
A number of days ago, I inadvertently posted an article about my antipathy of cover letters, which, while reflecting some truth, was too wrapped up in my own sentiment being so sorely exposed to the task on a daily basis. I normally try to avoid these types of articles, but when writing to so select an audience, and often for my own amusement only, I tend to reveal some personality best kept to myself.
In future posts, I welcome subject recommendations. Alas, since I'm unemployed, any 'work,' no matter how trivial and unpaid, would give me a feeling of serene satisfaction, that is, other than writing another cover letter destined for the abyss. So, audience of one, if you're here still, reading this, the challenge is set! (Or the request is made...) Leave a topic of your interest in the comment sections and I will use the supreme power of my intellect to elucidate on the subject, even if it is to merely reveal my ignorance or utter ineptitude.
P.S. - I found an essay on Canadian tax reform which I would love to share a couple of months back. The idea mirrored what I had thought myself, and to save time, it's easier to have someone else write something on one's own behalf. It always feels nice to have someone else share one's own opinion.
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