A U T U M N C H E S H I R E

This here is my first ever post and I feel it should be a much more significant or momentous occasion than it is shaping out to be. Mostly this is just a space filler, to make the white blankness of my blog seem less white and blank. Also, it's sort of a reassuring, justifying nudge to myself, as if to say: yes, you are using it. In fact the more I think about it I realise it really is just a space-filler, and that's half the reason I keep writing and typing onwards and onwards like this, ignoring the continual impulse to launch into some major-descriptive-try-hard-metaphoric thing that I'll regret later when I'm perusing this thing again. But here it is. My first post on my first realistic blog, amounting to little more than a rant which I doubt'll ever be read again but for my own self-assessing eyes.

Perhaps I'll take this oppurtunity to clarify why I am making this blog at all. A few ground rules, or principles, or excuses, or what not. First -

I am making this blog to keep in touch with the people of a world that seems to be getting further and further away.

Or is it? I can't really tell. It hasn't hit me yet - well, to be exact, it's hit me a multitude of times, but only ever as a slight twinge and rush, to be diffused again by something else on my mind. There's been a few of them, like jolts of electricity, but not enough to shock me yet.

Let see:

This world I so surreptiously keep refering to is none other than my highschool-world, one from which I am still detaching myself from. The people: aquaintances, friends, all of whom I value and appreciate and wish to keep in contact with; the ones to read this probably make up the bulk of this list.

Second: I am curious as to this whole blog-keeping business, and feel it might be a good mode of expression for me, and a way to keep people who want to know up-to-date with what I'm upto, ones that, for some reason, I can't see.

And whether anyone reads this blog or not I don't entirely care. I don't even know if it'll last all that long - I've done many such things in the past - well, not many, but a few - and all have disentegrated very much into cyper-dust along the inter-networked cyber world. I get bored with things quickly, you see, and that's just the manner of things.

And now I'm talking half to myself more than anything else, and I suppose I better let it fizzle out now so I can go occupy myself with something a little more constructive.

If you have glanced at this and even perseververed throughout I take my hat off to you, really, and I sincerly hope I haven't bored you with my attempt to be dry and non-comittal and honest.

Next time, I shall tell you a story.