I just don’t have a glimmer of a shadow of a clue why I should blog anything at all, which would probably explain my inactivity on Xanga. There are no real life problems or suppressed feelings which need to be written out or ranted about. No grand achievements to necessarily be boasted about. I have nothing to be given, nothing of real substance to be said. Perhaps I have become more boring than my former self. May haps I feel as if most things in life are somewhat self explanatory without any need to babble about it.
Really, truely, there is no need to prattle on and on about life stories when they aren’t that entertaining to begin with. I will not entertain you.
Xanga used to be different back in the day. People used to be more active and I felt like there was some sense of community. I probably fell out of the loop, but most of the people I have known either deleted their accounts or have become inactive much like me. It’s somewhat bizarre to have memories of other peoples lives and to have communicated with them without ever setting eyes upon one’s true face or hearing one’s voice. I feel like I’m in a Vincent Price movie as the last man on earth. With a few shadows of former beings lurking about, but nothing quite as it used to be.
We live in an age where you can influence people subconsciously or not, by only typing a few words, sentences, or paragraphs. If you take a moment to just think about it, we live strange lives in comparison to those not so long ago. I have a very good memory for useless things and may remember things that people wrote out years ago. Great achievements, unfortunate events, mundane life stories, and other miscellaneous trials and tribulations. I remember them. Lies and truth, I will not know, but a man remembers.
