The most functional and fulfilling relationship I have ever been in is with my blog.
I love how rude I can be with my blog. How completely unfaithful I can be with it and it doesn't give a tiny rat's arse when I choose to ignore it and move forward with other aspects of my life. The part of life called Life that is. I have no concrete commitment to it. I don't have to make conversation with it when I feel like shit. I can say whatever I want to it without bothering about its repercussions. It's self content and satisfied and secure. Yet it needs me and I need it sometimes. That's when I decide to write. Whether its the mundane details of my dreary existence, the little things that make it almost exciting sometimes, the people who make it worth spending a fortune travelling back and forth(even if it is for four days) and the strangeties of living out of a box, in front of a box, while being boxed on all sides by a non-forgiving semester and boxing out time to unwind, boxed out amidst rearing egos and Scottish accents. You make it all possible, love. Here's to months more of liking it that way.
Good morning, 26 Jan 2009.
