I haven’t been on the blog for a while. Not for any particular reason I don’t think. I don’t really have time to get onto it during the day at work and then when I get home I don’t really get on the computer that much. So there’s my obligatory explanation of absence however insignificant it may be but I thought I’d jump on and look over what’s been happening and post something.
Unfortunately I have now been sitting in front of a blank screen that is slowly being filled by a meaningless scribe. No direction, no meaning, just filling in space until I have something interesting to say/type. The problem is that i don’t really know where that is going to come from. I hate being around people when I’m trying to think something up because I usually find them a hinderence to unique thought and a beacon of stupidity but at the same time how can you expand thought in a confined space inside one person’s head without the stimulation of different perspectives? So you would think by that logic that the internet would be the perfect environment becuase I’m sitting here alone with no-one to bother me with access to millions of individual thoughts. In fact i’m finding it quite the opposite, it’s not very often that I find anything on the internet that is actually challenging. Very few opinions or points of few that I actually find interesting. Even fewer where people are creating something that stretches the mind.
I’m sure they are out there but they don’t get the same exposure as torrent sites or porn. Shouldn’t the net be used for a greater expression? I guess i’m just bored.
In the spirit of things, here is a line of thought that went through my head the other day -
I was walking across the bridge from South Bank to the City the other day. I always get a weird feeling walking across any bridge at height. I often look over the edge and wonder what it would be like to jump. All of a sudden my feet feel light, my stomach tenses and my head begins to float. My legs start to twitch to the point where I have to slap myself back to reality and bring my leg back over. Now I have no desire to kill myself. I’m not depressed, I don’t believe that things could get that bad that cutting the power would be the only option. But for some reason on a bridge that always goes through my mind. I get the same feeling holding a big knife. What if? What happens next? What does it mean to think like that? It’s just a curiosity, one i’m sure a lot of people have, but I don’t see a lot of discussion about what people think about.
Is there anything you think about that you find strange, wondering why you think it? I suspect you all have deeper thoughts that you don’t verbalise, however disturbing they may be.
Anyone have some to share? Maybe you would prefer not, maybe that guy anonymous can do it for you.
Just thought it would be more interesting than discussing that Google is releasing a phone (someone elase can start that thread).
