Meetings.

I am convinced that the world consists of several millions of groups of about 700 people; all of whom are destined to run into each other in gift stores in Minnesota and Coffee Shops around their homes.

Lawdy Lawd lawd.

By now, I assume that many (by many, I mean majority, and by majority, I mean 2 of the 3 people who consistently read this) of you have come to believe that I have abandoned this blog, in pursuit of other past times and activities.

You, my dear reader, would be correct. Many a fortnights has since passed from when I last posted, and I leave many empty promises of fulfilled ideas and posts.

It appears that I have lost what I once had; ideas. Whereas once ideas and thoughts flowed liberally from my mind, I find myself blank, empty, with little to no original thoughts. Even now, I find myself spouting redundant and overly descriptive sentences in hopes of fleshing out a post that is assuredly lacking in content.

Upon which, I realized my problem. This blog, it has no focus. It has no topic, it has no content. All it is the ramblings of a slightly hyper teenager, with no clear purpose, focus, or actual theme. Just random ramblings, and that is something that is rather hard to elaborate upon.

But what? For someone as indecisive as myself, it is hard to choose a topic, and then stay upon it. I figured it would be a wise move to choose something that I feel passionate about, but what? Difficult answer, as my passions are terribly mundane and require very few insights.

A writer, I have come to find, without a purpose is much like a seamstress without a clear idea of what it is she is actually making, who ends up with a terrible abomination that we call a Snuggie.