Whelmed, and Nearly Overly So

Someday I will tell my kids and grandkids how I managed to succeed in school despite the lack of funds, food, time, sleep, and sanity I have been supplied with. But why join the collective litany of the majority of all students everywhere?


Simply by writing that paragraph I see now that I would rather stubbornly feel differently about the difficulties of school, and simply to refuse disappearing into the homogeneous morass of self-pity from which decent, productive, and inspiring human beings eventually boil up from upon reaching critical experiential and emotional mass.

I also see that if I write the way I speak, i.e. in whole paragraphs rather than concise sentences, I'm going to need to revise it, or I will lose my audience easily.

So I'll have to resist editing more than before, or inadvertently forsake the revelatory properties of spontaneous writing, for which blogging is otherwise very contributory.


Eesh! Sometimes vocab can get in the way of the flow, y'know? I have $10. I should buy deodorant. Why do I keep forgetting things and leaving them behind? Perhaps that is why God has not permitted me any opportunity to create children thus far, legitimately or otherwise, let alone approaching the event. :-P I've become senile at age 26.

Well, I'd better stop before I get in a permanent funk. All too easy these days. More later. I have assignments to slay.