Blegh.
I don't know what to tell you. Or even what I want to tell you. It's like these important things are happening or not happening, and I want to tell you EVERYTHING about them, but I can't because I just can't put my finger on what is so great or so terrible or just so important. That's the word. Important.
You. I always say "you", don't I? It sounds kind of facetious, like the Royal We. Like I'm trying to make it sound like I have this amazing personal relationship with each and every person that comes across my blog, like everyone should feel like they're my friend. It's like paid advertising (you, too, can own the Shinjimakaranawana knife in four easy payments of only $13.95!) , but thirteen thousand times worse.
The truth is, I don't know who I'm writing to when I say "you". There is no "you". Is there even a "y'all"? I have no idea. I just know that maybe, by saying "you", you'll pay closer attention to what I'm saying. I'm not trying to teach you a lesson... but I am trying to have a conversation with you. Is that okay?
I'm writing a play. Somehow, I decided to tell you that. I told Justin that last night, and I guess his encouragement made me feel like maybe it was worthwhile. Maybe I'll post some stuff here.
I don't know. Today is not a decisive day. You know?
You. I always say "you", don't I? It sounds kind of facetious, like the Royal We. Like I'm trying to make it sound like I have this amazing personal relationship with each and every person that comes across my blog, like everyone should feel like they're my friend. It's like paid advertising (you, too, can own the Shinjimakaranawana knife in four easy payments of only $13.95!) , but thirteen thousand times worse.
The truth is, I don't know who I'm writing to when I say "you". There is no "you". Is there even a "y'all"? I have no idea. I just know that maybe, by saying "you", you'll pay closer attention to what I'm saying. I'm not trying to teach you a lesson... but I am trying to have a conversation with you. Is that okay?
I'm writing a play. Somehow, I decided to tell you that. I told Justin that last night, and I guess his encouragement made me feel like maybe it was worthwhile. Maybe I'll post some stuff here.
I don't know. Today is not a decisive day. You know?
2 Comments:
No advice here - I write my blog for me, not the ever elusive 'you' out there, because, frankly, I don't know if anyone ever visits it. I don't check; it isn't that I don't care if someone reads it, more that isn't my voice.
Oh, on a different note, we missed you today. I even remembered to bring your CDs, but no luck. Some day, some way, these CDs will make it into your possession and all will be right with the world again.
I for one LOVE your writing style. The "you" makes everything feel more intimate and personal.
That is all....
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