Jericho: Revelations
Okay, the short version of the trip report: I had fun with family. I had fun with friends. STL is still a sink hole that could only be enriched by a major natural disaster. However, being that I am now at the age of nostalgia, I wish I had the means to go back and return some life to her - for she, too, is my mother. Had I gone in less Seattle-like weather, I might not have had these feelings at all. There you go. The last time I wrote this report it took over an hour - after losing that report and some serious editing, I'm down to five minutes. That's talent, folks!
Now, onto the subjects at hand. This weekend I had a few things revealed to me that I was not quite aware of by some people that are very close to my heart. I thought I'd come out here and share these feelings with y'all. That's what blogs are about, right?
The first thing I have been told is that any feelings or opinions I may have are moot. Apparently, I'm just being crabby. So, folks, the next time you come out here and see a post, just brush past it. It's just me being crabby. Matter of fact, you can probably skip the rest of this post, it's just a load of crabbiness. Just go click on one of Max's links. I'm sorry to waste your time.
The next thing I was told, by a completely different set of people than the thing above, is that I have never been interesting. The more I thought about it, the more that the correctness of this observation was apparent to me. I have indeed never been interesting. I have always hung around unique, diverse and interesting people. As the past few years have gone by, I have hung out with fewer and fewer people. I starting working in the corporate world, first for a large airplane manufacturer, then for an insurer and now for a law firm. So, my work environment has become less interesting as well. In short, I am a mirror of my environment and circle of friends. I have no personality of my own. There is no way I could have ever been interesting. How I have kept any friends or family around at all is beyond me.
Now that I've discovered that I have no personality, my opinions are moot and there are no $50 steaks in my near future - finding a reason to keep breathing in and out is going to become more difficult. Pray for me.
Now, onto the subjects at hand. This weekend I had a few things revealed to me that I was not quite aware of by some people that are very close to my heart. I thought I'd come out here and share these feelings with y'all. That's what blogs are about, right?
The first thing I have been told is that any feelings or opinions I may have are moot. Apparently, I'm just being crabby. So, folks, the next time you come out here and see a post, just brush past it. It's just me being crabby. Matter of fact, you can probably skip the rest of this post, it's just a load of crabbiness. Just go click on one of Max's links. I'm sorry to waste your time.
The next thing I was told, by a completely different set of people than the thing above, is that I have never been interesting. The more I thought about it, the more that the correctness of this observation was apparent to me. I have indeed never been interesting. I have always hung around unique, diverse and interesting people. As the past few years have gone by, I have hung out with fewer and fewer people. I starting working in the corporate world, first for a large airplane manufacturer, then for an insurer and now for a law firm. So, my work environment has become less interesting as well. In short, I am a mirror of my environment and circle of friends. I have no personality of my own. There is no way I could have ever been interesting. How I have kept any friends or family around at all is beyond me.
Now that I've discovered that I have no personality, my opinions are moot and there are no $50 steaks in my near future - finding a reason to keep breathing in and out is going to become more difficult. Pray for me.
posted by Jericho Brown at 4/12/2004 02:10:00 PM
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