5th year of doing this blogging thing
Change/mutation/evolution is the only constant. Quite often it is hard to notice. Particularly in Sri Lanka where nothing seems to change until we suddenly realise that it has. 5 years (1827 days) after my first blog post even a blogger as thick and dim like Cerno can notice the mutations in his blogging.
The most apparent (and I have whined about this tediously) is the realisation that blogging has become a grim necessity. A form of defecating sentences that have mysteriously formed in the mind. Putting them into words has a temporary clearing effect. It is identically to the bliss you experience with the porcelain throne from both sitting and kneeling positions.
The last 5 years been fun. Some might say 5 years of doing anything vaguely “creative” at a passable level of frequency is an achievement. I won’t because what ever this blog has “achieved” has been accidental. The result of hurried typing triggered on unexpected impulses and sentences that appeared in my mind while taking a shower. Despite my innate stupidity, there is noting much I regret blog wise so far.
I remain awed and quite humbled that there are people who can enduring reading this blog. The typos and other errors must make the reading experience like a pot holed secret Colombo short cut after a heavy meal. I wish I had the time to clean up and proof read my posts. Sadly I don’t. Such is life. However even I have evolved to enjoy my own writing despite the bumps.
What’s really changed is this weird turn down a road that is bordered by the surreal and lined by what appears to be an attempt at satire. I doubt if the voices in my head are capable of either. They of course don’t care.
A casualty of this change I feel is an aversion to comment on my surroundings. I think partly it is the knowing that other people do it better. My domesticated circumscribed life also limits life experience to a dull daily grind. Even the voices don’t care to comment. Perhaps the latest drift towards the imagined realities is a reaction to these circumstances. Either way there’s nothing much I can do but peck the keys on the rare moments like these when I can.
One day I suppose, the words will stop due to some reason or the other. Perhaps I’ll be cured of this madness. Till then, thank you for reading