Strange Tide

This will be a rather mellow, and drifting entry.

So I feel I should update my blog more often, to motivate myself to progress more in certain things.

So.

I need to send an e-mail tomorrow.

And.

Writing has been difficult to create,

But instead I have been drawing recently. Silly, immature pencil drawings, but perhaps I'll progress. I have been listening to a variety of music as usual, from One Ok Rock, to Velvet Eden to Phaeleh, to Thomas Bergersen, various folk songs to acoustic guitars.

Mainly acoustic versions of BigBang.

Other than that, I guess I've not really learnt much today. But I did have interesting discussions with a friend about politics, in particularlly it's degrading nature due to cunning use of political ultimatums. Politics is an armchair sport I'd rather not dine with, but I can't help but float back and think about it. I tried to describe the benefits of socialism with a friend recently, but part of me could not help but realise how hopeless having any kind of views or interest in society. He was sympathetic though, and told me more about Mexico.

I could go on further about sociology but all I can think about is how I am simply failing to put emotion to paper. Emotion itself is a very strange topic to me. Sometimes, this emotion thing... It becomes removed. Heartless describes a cruel emotion so would not suit the emptiness but a void is too complete. It's like viewing the world as a painting, a spectator, being unattached to certain things.

I think a slight dullness is still there.

I remember confessing to a friend about it before I returned home from university. But, I don't think I am so afraid about it now. I've always taken life as it comes and not understood some certain 'social rituals' are so significant, or, that certain changes should be given more than a moment of thought. Perhaps this emptiness has always been floating around, but it does nothing for my confidence in writing.

Sometimes I dare to face 'reality'. Lets be honest here, my vocabulary is limited, I am unmotivated, lazy. I will never be a wonder of words, and my ideas are too complicated. But as l still stand, I still have time to get better. I will get better and try harder. Who knows, maybe in ten years time I'll make semi decent art, music and literature. I will be updating my progress here.