Why? Because knitting is badass. And because fucking because. Why not?
What gets me up in the morning? What is my motivation? I’m just scared of an empty life, I guess. 21 years and it seems I’ve done so little.
The move is the only thing I am truly proud of. I should have made the leap a long time ago. However, here I am, all moved in, doing the same meaningless shit I did back home. It’s not the town; it’s the people. It’s me. Facebook, Youtube, blogging, Facebook. My productivity went down a lot when I got Netflix.
Somewhere, people are living. Everywhere, I guess. I just have to find them. I just have to become one of them. I’ve got to get out there.
Because in here, well, you can spend a lifetime in here. After three new status updates in an hour, you run out of exciting things to say. Why am I sharing when there is nothing new to share? I’ll update how I currently feel, then what I am eating, then what movies I want to see, then… maybe a song lyric… and then… um… Expand that pattern over a year and I have wasted a year. Expand it over a lifetime and I’ve wasted a life. This is how I spend my time. Fuck.
I’ve got to get out there.
Paint a picture.
Build a bookcase.
Write a story.
See something new. Document it.
Make an acquaintance. Make a friend.
If I am honest with myself, that is more than I have done all month. And all of that can be done in a day. Tomorrow. Today.
You know what I want to learn? How to juggle. How to tattoo. How to get the HELL AWAY from the internet.
I’ve got things to do. Ciao.
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