Disorientation

Ah, here I am, finding myself in a familiar place, late at night, in front of my computer, racking my brain for any sort of idea I can use as a base point to launch a new rant from. The problem is, I'm not entirely in a ranting sort of mood. And, even scarier, is the fact that I have been finding myself in that sort of a mood less and less lately. Now, this is a pretty drastic statement for me to make. Since my elementary school days, my unusual blend of eclectic views, and my ease of falling back to an energetic, and often aggressively verbose defense of the views that I had harbored for a very short period of time, and actually developed within myself for even less time. This rambling, the very thing that set me apart from the crowd, is the very thing that is slowly eroding from beneath me. And I'm not sure if there is anything else there to support me, anything else even remotely notable about me, some unusual or special characteristic that will sustain my self image until I'm able to pave my own way in life.


This is a small post.

But I refuse to resign it as just another draft.

Until next time.