Offices are not conducive to good blogging. However i shall take the risk and say what i have to anyway. if i ever write a thesis, it'll be on the redundancy of theory. So i'll begin with that line with every assurance that i am not writing a thesis. Frankly you cant follow theory to make sense of the world. You have to live on your own terms, and draw your own conclusions. Thank you structuralists for pointing out that my words are not my own. But i hold on possessively to my thoughts as MINE. There is a me that is a sum total of experiences. And seeing this i rather invest in new experiences rather than be subsumed by them when i'm not careful. Got to get get out there. Live. And not carry a persecution complex.
So here i am thinking i'll moonlight as a theatre critic and make films and write and blah. And of course, nothing works out. And the self-recriminations start all over again. Cant do this. Dont know that. Am not like so and so. And i dont want to go down that road again. So its become something of a vicious circle. I was, and still am, an active member of the 'lets hope for the best and wait and watch" council. Anyway there hasnt been a real point to this post except for posting something new. and when you think about it, its dangerous to hope for something exciting to happen because, well, certain things happen and then you want to go back to the time when nothing was happening. Fresh can be sour. And i's as muddled as ever.
