Inside the Mind of a Nathan

It has been far too long since I've written anything very literary. Granted, I've written plenty of snarky papers for useless classes, but nothing satisfying, nothing compelling. I can't say that I have anything satisfying or compelling to write now, but I am at least trying to revive my habit of writing. Holy krikey!, way too much has happened since my last post.

First of all, it's been too long since I've sat down and written anything. The inspiration for this post came due to a conversation I was having with my lovely girlfriend. We were chatting over g-mail, and, at one point in the conversation, she asked me if I was playing a computer game. It struck me rather hard that my lack of attention was so evident, and I was saddened that I had not given her the simple honor of my full attention.

In church at St. John's, there's a portion in the service when the priest says, “The Lord be with you.” The congregation responds: “And with thy spirit.” The priest continues: “Lift up your hearts.” The congregation again responds: “We lift them up unto the Lord.” This always seemed like a sort of battle-cry to me; I'm not really sure why. For a while now, I've wanted to extend it into some sort of battle speech, and I finally did a few days ago, so here it is:

Late one morning, I started losing my mind. Then and there, things became psychedelic. I can’t recount to you all that occurred at that time, but I can paraphrase it: imagine that you disagree with yourself in a most cordial way, as if you’re two British gentlemen meeting on a battlefield on Christmas: you can’t kill each other because of the lovely holiday, but you really do intend to slaughter one another as soon as December 26 rolls around. Despite the holiday, however, these gentlemen still discuss the different causes for which they are fighting – over tea and crumpets of course.

I was just pondering about the word "jawn." If you don't know the significance of that word, it is a word used in place of any other word. UrbanDictionary says it is "a word used to describe anything." It's commonly used like the word "thing": mentioning something without actually using a precise noun of any kind. However, allegedly,  jawn  can be any of the other parts of speech.

The one thing that's been on my mind lately is the suggestion from my parents that my desire to escape to college – ie living on college campus as opposed to commuting like I have been for years – is because I'm looking for some sort of self-fulfillment.

Be prepared for another rambling mess: I'm just trying to get into the practice of writing. I don't really have any plan for this blog. I think I'd like to write some literature: some short stories or a few poems and the like. It's about me again; that's the real issue. TOSH TOSH TOSH! Moving on. . .

I suppose I should just write. It's been so long since I've written much. I wrote a poem not too long ago; I drafted a bit more of one of my stories — that's like saying I drank water a week ago. I am withering away due to a lack of writing – I'm withering away due to a lot of things, but lack of writing is a significant factor. And why am I writing about my lack of writing? I don't know.