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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