Some automatic writing to kick off the morning.

I have no idea why I insist on writing in the morning, before I’ve had breakfast, when my creativity is nowhere to be found. Some writers say that you have to force yourself to write all the time but writing right now just feels kinda forced. I guess anything could be good when witnessed in a certain state.

Have you ever wondered about the outer layer of your personality? Like, do you take some things for granted that you, deep inside, are repulsed by? Have you grown accustomed to certain events or routines that you used to hate, but have developed a personal wall against? Think about it. The force of routine slowly strips us of opinions and fills us with inactivity over the things that we used to care about. Maybe we still do, but we’ve forgotten how to act on it.

There’s a guy speaking in front of me who I don’t really care about.

Do you ever look at someone and think they’re beautiful? Is that dependent on our sense of sight or is there something else? Do we take details into account? Can the features of someone’s face or body give us information about the personality of that person? When you fall in love at first sight, what is it you fall in love with? Is that feeling valid? I mean both ways, because the objectification of women and the idealization of “manic pixie dream girls” seem to be the most popular detractors of love at first sight. I wouldn’t know. I’ve only seen it happen once.

Writing a blog is kind of a disconnected communication with yourself, but I guess any kind of public writing is. Am I writing to communicate with someone else? Do I trust on the swift delivery of the message I am cryptically expressing?

Anyway, Good Morning.

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I’m back (After a year of ignoring you)

Hey everybody.

I’m back.

It’s november 13, 2014. The previous post in this page was made in November 10, 2013. So it’s been about a year then. Legit, one year and two days. I mean, is that destiny or something? I swear I wasn’t even checking. I didn’t even know. I didn’t even KNOW.

So maybe i’ll start writing here again. I know I say that every year, but I kinda sorta mean it this time I swear. I’m gonna use this blog to write a bunch of automatic, random, having-to-do-with-stuff-that-has-been-going-on-with-me stuff here.

Expect all sorts of stuff, ladies and gentlemen. Recipes, Movie Reviews, book reviews, pool reviews, depressive poems, happy prose, incredible deals, sci-fi stories, deep analysis of complicated machinery, retellings of romantic misadventures, letters of hate to women I used to love, letters of love to women I used to hate. Physical descriptions of both female and male bodies, and all kinds of nonsense. Particularly nonsense.

Also, expect the overall tone of the blog to change from deep depression, to black comedy and sarcasm. Not that sarcasm wasn’t present already.

Anyway, thank you very much for reading.

Whoever you are.

Let’s write great stuff together.

Nikolas Murdock