Sunday, December 16, 2007

Perhaps This Is The Sort Of Thing You Worry About As You Get Older

I am desperately afraid, in this moment, of becoming boring. Or that I'm already there. Maybe that's why I don't blog that much anymore: I read other people's blogs, and some of them, the ones of the people who remind me of me, or of Future Me, are so, SO boring.

Whimsy, if you ever leave me, I am pulling a Virginia Woolf, and don't you forget that.


Blogger Sayaka said...

If it makes you feel any better, I have browsed tons of blogs in my life, many of which I never plan on going back to, much less read half of one post before I'm bored. But I still come back to your blog to read once in a while (I know, the last time I commented was like 2 years ago), I think because I enjoy the freshness of your ideas and the non-wordiness of your style. So don't give up yet, we all have down times.

5:35 PM  
Blogger Baltazar said...

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4:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Please elaborate. You are pulling a Virginia Woolf by way of: A) A Nervous Breakdown B) Institutionalization C) Another Mood Swing D) An aristocratic love affair with another beautiful girl E) Depression (albeit seasonal) or finally... (though not limited to) F) Drowning yourself ?

12:46 AM  

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