my black hoodie
I didn’t capitalize the first letter of each word in my title. Why? I don’t know. It could be a default reaction to what I perceive to be expected from anyone writing anything. Eh, perhaps I’m just trying to be different than the rest of the people roaming this planet in a seemingly random fashion. Whatever the case, it’s irrelevant.
I’m wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. It is what inspired me to start writing this particular post in the first place. However, now that I’ve started it seems to have taken a different direction. Something more introspective then what I was expecting. It’s funny how each blog entry can take on a mood of its own. It’s equally interesting to think about a writer portraying a different mood. A pre-determined mood if you will. I do this far too often. I go into a blog post thinking that I will write about something premeditated and dated. It always comes out like rubbish. But that’s just my opinion. I’m sure to someone just stumbling through the internet, all of my writing is rubbish. It’s hard to capture the short attention spans of an increasingly fickle people. Anyway, I think my best writing happens when I just write whatever it is that I’m thinking at the particular time of writing. Basically, not giving a shit about what people are going to think and avoiding the backspace bar. The mistakes are human.
My girlfriend accuses me of acting different whenever I speak publicly, record a video, or write something that I think other people will read. She’s right. I do this almost unconsciously. It’s like a default response to fitting in. It’s almost like manipulation in a way. I’ve observed plenty of people that adorn this behavior. I’d say that it’s safe to assume that most people do this. Act a certain way that would make communicating with different types of people easier. Shit, I’m starting to sound like a chameleon or something. It’s not that drastic. I don’t change colors or outfits or anything like that. It’s just the subtle nuances in body language and choice of vocabulary that I’m talking about here.
Fuck it. I don’t have the patience to explain it. Besides, who cares anyway right? Who wants a psychology lesson when they are trying to be entertained. I’m over it already. Besides, I’m reading about interjections now. I’m realizing that I use the word “alas” way too much and it’s time to mix it up.
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