New Hobby: Edit All Your Past Written Work

Back in the day (I'm not that old, really), I began an experiment for myself; I thought, "I love reading, I love writing, I have interesting ideas floating about, I should start a blog!" This experiment what have you, was, and still is, for me, not you (deal with it). But I'm willing to share (you're smiling now aren't you). Writing, in my own words, provides a meditative zone where I can just unleash every spoon of thought I have unto a virtual machine soup of 1's and 0's (I don't like to waste paper). It makes me happy (and now I'm smiling) to say the least. And what would make me happier is to make you happy, whoever and wherever you are. 

To get to what we're all here for, I have made it hobby (and you should too) to edit past written work. That includes: poems, short stories, scribbles, big stories, journal entries, washroom stall graffiti (I kid, I kid), etc.

I cant help but become a grammar Nazi looking at my old posts on Blogger. Horrible! (Loud shriek.) Believe me when I say this, I love and respect the English language, but it is so damn confusing. Now I'm not going to get into a huge argument about it (with myself?) because everybody knows its true (case closed). But I think it's a good habit to fix old errors, you never know if 100 years from now, your great, great, greatest grandchild will pick up one of your old writings and wonder what the heck your saying. Well, that and to become a better writer, simply put. If you don't want to read your own writing, who do you think else would? (You can pay someone sure but, actually, no buts..)

This is just a mere suggestion from one scribe to another. And it's probably the only 'good' suggestion I have. So, take it while it hot!

P.S. - I will update my blog appearance when I have the time. Right now it looks like pre-Google internet years.

P.P.S - I am also thinking of adding fancy images and photos la dee da.

1984

My god! Is this what really George Orwell believed society would regress to! He's a madman; complete lunacy on his part! But I kid, I kid. I enjoyed reading the novel, it was would I thought small social groups in closed environments could possibly be like. For example, a factory setting; you have your supervisor who is below a head supervisor who is below a manager who is also below the head manager who oversees all withthin his confines. You the worker, must listen and accept all commands given to you whether you agree with them or not. There is conscious will in your decision dont get me wrong, but to act upon your first conscious decision is a refute to the system of authority over you. My fellow men and women I implore you to stand up for what you believe in no matter how outnumbered you are. One can mean many in a demonstration, and many can mean more than one! Great Gatsby! We can't let such a social norm BE a norm. To be normal is to be, them. And being them is to be, not you. Liking what they like, hating what they hate. Sounds exhausting! It should, and you shouldn't be. You should be happy to put it simply. And when your happy you're never tired!

How Do You Know If You Are Interesting?

Everytime I meet someone new, I quickly think of a list of the most interesting things to say I've done. That list is quite small. I mean, I've only done a handful of what I think are exciting escapades, like my vacations to Cuba and Mexico. Other things that I thought were interesting was snowboarding (everybody's snowboarded or ski'd at least once nowadays) and playing an instrument (a ukulele, currently still bad at it). But if I met someone who told me what I just told you now, i'd be like "Hey, that's awesome! Did you do any excursions on your trip? What songs do you know how go play?".

Maybe I am just sincerely interested in other peoples well, interest. When I have a really fond memory of something, I'll tell somebody it passionately as if i'm reliving that moment. I think that's why I get a positive response when I say it so therefore making me seem more interesting. To put it in reverse, I could say "Hey man what's up?", and get a cliche response, or I could say instead, "Hey! What's going on?! Have I met you before?!" Maybe that's a bit too much, but you get my point. 

I learned that sometimes it's how you tell a story or how you introduce yourself that makes you a more charismatic/engaging/bowl of delight (jello, like jello). If that fails, you can just keep talking and hopefully something you say ignites any kind of spark of interest in the unfortunate chap (or chapess, unfortunate chapess sounds right). Just take this advice or lack of advice, as a reminder to just be yourself. Yes, perfect ending.