Loading, Please Wait... [ Tuesday, November 23, 2004 | 1:10 p.m. ] I haven't posted in ages. (I think I start every post with that now.) I haven't felt compelled to blog in a long time. It saddens me, because I love to read over old posts months or years later and reminisce, but I haven't had reason to. I used to blog when I had nothing else to do, or when I had tons of things to do, but I didn't want to do them. I wrote when I was bored at work (like now) or when I was stressed at school. But then I started doing other things. When I had free time at work last term I read Slashdot Games and hung around the EverQuest forums. When I was procrastinating at school I played Spider Solitaire and when I was stressed I played City of Heroes. Without any big stories to tell, it was easy to just do other things and I fell out of the habit. I wonder if maybe I stopped writing in part because I've got nothing to say. I get the feeling that my concerns are so trivial that they're merely dull or inane to most and downright galling to readers with real problems. I'm also living a very one-dimensional life. (Back in the seventh grade, Mrs. Wilson upset my mom for a short time by suggesting that I was one-dimensional.) There's not much point in writing about my days when they're all the same. I don't even think or feel different things, most of the time. Each day is very much like the last. I'm not complaining—I've never been happier*—but it's not much to write about. Finally, it's dawned on me that many of the things that are most important to me (video games, etc.) aren't real. Well, no, I've always known that they're not real (I'm not that delusional), but they still have meaning to me and are fairly central to my life. What I have just come to fully understand is that other people don't care about them. My virtual experiences don't have meaning to people who aren't involved in those virtual worlds. There's no faster way for me to put someone to sleep than by recounting the tales of my latest adventures in EverQuest. But they're what I'm interested in and what matter to me (they're not the only things, before you complete that thought incorrectly), so they're all I usually want to talk about. So I talk to Sean and Paul their friends because they play and they understand. Most people don't. I think maybe I should start keeping a real journal. Like a pen and paper one, just for me. There's not much in my life that other people would want to read about, but plenty that I'd like to remember, much of which I wouldn't post publicly anyway. (You'll notice I never say too much about Sean, for example.) I'll try and post more when the odd interesting thing happens. _____ *I have been putting on weight lately, and I do wish I could lose 20 or 30 pounds, but I'm just not willing to put the effort in right now, so I don't think about it much.