Some Frustrations about Blogging, and Life

How hard is it to deal with text and computers sometimes. These ideas are suppressed beneath the letters beneath the processor's white screen beneath the computer monitor. And before that, they were knotted up in someone's mind, and it's like the thoughts never got a fresh breath of real air. They went from mind to computer, never were tested in real-time speech and received by human ears, and responded to by another knot of thought-to-mouth.

And I write this now. Same way. Sitting alone, cannot reach anyone. When will I have created a situation where I am with people I want to be with on a consistent basis? When will I be disciplined and doing what I want to be doing on a consistent basis? These are simple but strange and infuriating questions. I'd like to be with you guys (who is everyone in the blog?) right now, talking. And then tomorrow, we'd get up and go do something. We would reflect on what we did and gain knowledge that way. We'd read. Write, but after talking things out. Or sit together writing, taking breaks to ask questions and push ideas further.

I write this feeling overwhelmed by how much there is to say about the posts posted, and how incapable of adequately responding I find myself. Because I have a paper due, and I have to sleep SOME time, and I need some interaction, so I am not thinking clearly, so what must be done is drags drags drags along, even though I want to think about the ideas I'm writing about.

GREAT SCOTT.