The need to write

There wasn’t any particular reason why I stopped writing, but there wasn’t any to keep me writing either. Like I mentioned before, it felt like I ended up wrting for the sake of getting eyeballs.

But while I was away, I noticed something. If I don’t write it down or take pictures of certain events or thoughts that crossed my mind, after a year or two, it’d be like they never happened to me. With some introspection, I believe it’s of a confluence of several factors in my life.

For starters, my social network has grown considerably and events that happens in my social groups have grown exponentially. I’ve also started getting involved in more things than I can handle, one of which resulted in this big arse trophy:

So at one point, a conclusion was drawn that I tend to be too busy to have the time after an event to sit down and review what happened. Leading to less reinforcement of the memory through recall.

“If a thought appeared in my mind, but I never properly verbalized it using my mind’s voice or my actual voice, did the thought actually occur at all if I later forgets it?”

Now with that in mind, and then remove the fluff incentives that drove most of blogging nowadays: income and fame. Because I derive thouse from real world, there is no longer anything that prevents me from writing for the sake of just writing.

OK I’ve said my fill. Now let’s get to the actual steak. Look at this huge trophy lol.

 

So many years of literal blood and sweat to get to this point. This absolute unit reaches the height of my waist. We’ll continue with this next time. Let’s go!

Blog revived

Ya, so I am back.

For the longest while I thought something broke with my site and I couldn’t figure out what it was with a quick glance so I just left it alone. Cause the past couple of years was just pure chaos and it took everything in me to deal with it. It was all I could do to hold on with the chaos caused by Covid and two wars: Russia vs Ukraine and Israel vs Hamas. Before I stopped, I was focusing too much on traffic and eyeballs and I felt like this blog lost its purpose and got co-opted by the desire for eyeballs like a sad tik-tok twerker. In any case, it’s going back to what it was intended to be, a dumping ground for my adventures.

So I finally have time to sit down and dive deeper into this blog. It turns out my isp is blocking my web hosting ip. Now, I haven’t figured how to fix this yet, but at least I can access my blog with public wifi in Cafes.

That being said, I wouldn’t be motivated to fix this in the first place if I didn’t have any stories to tell. And boy do I have stories. Hopefully some old readers stuck around and have signed up to email updates, Or they accidentally check back in after what? 5 years of silence? ( I am looking at you, whoever it is from a university’s psychology department.) Anyway I feel philosophical. But mainly just want to talk about dancing.

Oh ya, about that, I got back into it and somehow managed to compete in champ level and beat everyone here in adult division… Alas, that’s all the break time I have. Need to get back to un-fuck the mess that is my life. Stories for another time. For now, I am still in one piece, albeit a changed man.