Outlets

TWIMC:

I have a hatred of blogs, a passionate dislike for anyone who believes that someone should read their inner musings, when they were unable to openly express them. The passion maintains, but I unfortunately have found myself captured in the lure of expression of ease. Words come easily through the keys, and the ability to accomplish the goal of a journal can be accomplished while still giving an outlet to the pathos that builds up throughout a week.

I love my major, economics, it gives me the clear answers in my life that I seek. Though the interpretation of econometrical data is far from clear, numbers do not have the intricacy of human emotion, and so my major has become a refuge of sorts where answers become clearer and all I ever need to solve a problem are a few mathematical. Like any crutch, the need for which we are assuaging is never completely eliminated, and thus it becomes necessary to "scratch the itch." My itch is the need to express the passion I feel for life, and more importantly for the bonds of friendship which give shape and reality to this existence that we are both forced and privileged to experience. When I was younger I found great joy in poetry, a joy that persists whenever I read Tennyson. With time, I developed a love of music, of destructive behavior, and now my outlet has become....the void of anonymity we call "the blog."

I have a few posts prepared to go on already, odes really to close friends who have profoundly influenced me. As time goes I see politics playing a recurrent theme along with the mundane of life experiences. Eventually, perhaps a purpose will emerge, and if not, the point of the blog is still maintained, I have found an avenue for release.