These things we choosed.

Steve Krause said something rather interesting in class the other day that triggered this post. Part of the reason I started keeping this blog is that it was part of a class, but another part is that I wanted a place to keep my thoughts and ideas, much like any other journal. Now, like many people, I sometimes forget to post, or put it off, or just plain don’t feel like writing when the time comes. So, Steve said something like, “Even though you may not be keeping up on your blogging once a week, you might be thinking about it.” And, oh, how true is this.

There are so many things I wanted to blog about in the past few weeks that I haven’t done for one reason or another. I wanted to blog about the new Taco Bell thingy that tasted… well… it’s crap, but I wanted to be more articulate and in depth than just a moderate and definitive “it’s crap.”

I wanted to blog about friends, and how important (and aggravating) they are in my life. I thought about how I divide the significance of my relationships with my friends. For example, if I like someone, and I consider them a friend, but still more of an acquaintance than anything else, then I would be really upset if they were hit by a bus. If they mean a bit more to me than just acquaintances, then I’d shout and yell and tell them there is a bus barreling down on them. Should they be a close friend, someone I care about deeply, I’d put my own life on the line for them and push them out of the way of the bus. But for my closest friends, I’d stand in the road with them, because life just wouldn’t be the same without them.

Finally, there were a lot of things that I wanted to blog about but just can’t. Not allowed that is. Stuff that you just can’t say about people that you want to. Some good, some bad, but all meaningful. The dangers blogging can pose sometimes.