so much to witty headlines. 
I thought about adding this posting for so long that it almost drove me crazy (okay, no significant change in apparent behaviour, but… on the inside, you …don’t want to know…)
So. This is a historic posting – at least pun-wise.
When it comes to actual content …. I am not sure. Loads of stuff happened lately, but I am not really in the mood to blog about it.
I noticed a certain pattern in my published mind-junk. I seem to only enjoy posting when it relieves me of some inner burden, a Gordian knot inside of me that needs to be untied here and here alone.
*thinks*
It’s actually not a Gordian knot (or some other entanglement of the mind, choose your favourite metaphor) anymore when I start writing on a posting here. It’s more of a web-based celebration of inner relief experienced in TheRealLife(tm).
Yes, it’s a follow-up on pen-and-paper catharsis that somehow needs to be remembered. Mostly by myself (No-puns-intended-nostalgia: “It’s my blog, I don’t care, haha!).
Examination extraordinaire (i.e. blatant fact): I am not always happy and at ease when I write. Writing in itself though is an act of moving on, of reflection (self and world and bunnies and sex and love and hate and stuff) and therefore necessary and highly valuable.
The postings seem to be (no, they actually are) redundant, I cannot see (or rather read) the process of change, my development, changes of behaviour or personality … you hopefully all catch my drift. Which makes me think: Do I change? How do I change? Is it obvious when reading this blog? Do I really need to see it in my written words or are my postings so repetitive for a reason I do not yet know?
Questions, questions, so many of them. And again I feel like I asked and stated this countless times already and somehow I guess I always until now knew and know the answer. It will lead me to even more questions and it’s good that way.
And hey, as long as you’ve enjoyed the read….
Yours,
Secrets
ACKs