I wish I blogged more often, but contrary to appearances I am, indeed, still here. I’m thinking about this blog. Should I just comment on random things I’m up to? Sure, it’s entertaining to me that I went to the game last week, or had dinner with friends… but who else really cares? My experiences mirror that of anyone’s experiences. I spend time with family and friends, politics bothers me, I should go to the gym more, ad nauseam. These are not uncommon things about many people.

I don’t want to just write sad poetry on blue days and brag about how awesome my experience just was on good days. I don’t want to share a picture of my same silly grin over and over and over again, with different backgrounds and people as if they were props. I don’t really want a lot of people even reading my blog – so why do I even write? It’s sort of an odd human compulsion, to blog and to engage in “social” media, spending our time on that rather than actually being, you know, social.

I heard once a statement that has long since stuck with me:

Small people talk about other people; most people talk about events; great people talk about ideas.

Maybe I need to get back to that. Maybe, at 26, no one needs to hear my ideas. Maybe since they’re still under construction it would be better to keep my ideologies to myself. I have to give this some thought.

In the meantime…. off to the real world with me… and a beautiful warm summer Friday in Seattle.