The Journey Begins.......or does it?

I am currently in the process of selling each and every one of my possesions off, so that I can begin whatever it is that I am supposed to begin in the very near future.

Two years ago, when I came to this god-forsaken little town of Wichita Falls, I thought I had succeeded in releasing myself from my possessions. But through time and a couple of trips in pick-up trucks, I found my possessions right back around me.

I know I was more "committed" to releasing everything then than I am now, but I am actually doing more about it now than I did then. Funny how stuff like that works out.

So, even though the journey hasn't begun yet (or has it?), I feel like I am gone already. Not me, physically feeling as though I am gone, but I feel that my friends have decided I am gone and that it will be easier to NOT interact with me in my last few days. I guess I actually feel as lonely now as when I arrived here for school two years ago and didn't really know anyone. A fitting end is one that mirrors the beginning, I guess.

Oh, and I think I have a whole problem with this 'blog-mentality'. I feel the same way about blogs as I do about bad teenage girl poetry. It might be somehow meaningful and cathartic to the one who writes it, but the rest of us don't give a shit, really. What happened in our society that makes everyone think that they are so very unique and that they must share that uniqueness with a public that isn't so interested?

Well, I am sure that these questions and many others will be answered in the coming months.

Until Next Time!