The Horror, The Horror
Please excuse me while I freak out on my site for awhile. I’ve become pathetically neurotic over the last five days. Akin to Colonel Kurtz huddled in a dark cave repeatedly whispering “The Horror” to myself. I won’t make promises but feel as if I’m breaking through to the light and within a day or so a physical equilibrium will return to FunkWad.
My freak out has been solely contained to the sites superficial aspects, superficial relative to the content which I maintain is The Point of any good weblog. Colorful plastic wrapping and tidy bows don’t make up for a deficiency in the site’s content juice. I know this. Yet it doesn’t stop me from freaking out.
I blame this on 9Rules (personal accountability is the first casualty in every irrational melt down) and will explain myself by way of a post in a few days. For now, let me lose it. A close friend of mine once told me it is a good thing to lose your shit every once and awhile cause after you’ve calmed down you can take a look at everything that’s shaken lose and decide what to put back in.
Involuntary spiritual maintenance he called it and he didn’t trust people who always appeared to keep it together. It’s an explanation I’ll apply here for the simple reason that it lets me justify my current neurosis. Anyway, I mention all this because I’ve always subscribed to the idea that it’s good practice to point out the fact that, yes, you are aware of your jagged inconsistencies and bulging mindlessness. You know, we’re all on the same page. We’re all looking at the same abstract self-portrait.
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