The beginning

How wonderful... a place to write about the things going on in my mind!

I almost feel like I've been assimilated by the Borg, you know, like in Star Trek, sharing my thoughts with hundreds of... well... who or what ever stumbles across this.

At first, I didn't really get the point in writing a Blog, you know. I mean, we're already short on places where we can be alone, all by ourselves, to think about what surrounds us, what terrifies us, what makes us laugh or cry... a secret place. I didn't like the idea of people putting a microscope in my brain to filter what I'm thinking and to use it against me... call me paranoïac. I am, but up until now, it wasn't that bad for me, keeping my deepest thoughts for myself, only gazing at others, nodding or shaking my head when they expected it.

It's a very cool way of life never to disagree and let the others (apparently) do the thinking for you. Since we're all "zombified" from the day we are born, marked, sorted, classified and already burdened with trouble. I think the laps of time children are kept innocent, is not longer than 9 months. The day they stick out their glibberish heads out of... well... you know... their mom, and get their very first slap on their butt, they already lose the last ounce of innocence they had. What a horror it must be to come out of such a warm and comfy place to end up naked, cold and wet between the hands of a masked man wearing rubber gloves, in a sterile, greenish room which stinks like an entire drugstore. Yuck...
Not to mention to be then put with a couple of dozen of other little brats, screaming for their moms in plastic containers, being watched by men with cigars in their pockets, making stupid gimmicks behind a glass window. How can one be sane after such a shock therapy?!

I guess I was shocked like that too. I'm not sane. I don't want to be sane in fact... what's *normal* anyhow? Who decides who is normaly sane and who's not? Those who spend most of their time with people who supposely aren't *normal*? Wow... now that's what I call insane.

No! Don't click to close this window yet... I know I'm easily drifting away when writing what's on my mind. Sorry about that (see how easy it is to be social?). So back to the subject... Blogs... sharing thoughts.

So as I already said, I wasn't very enthousiastic about starting this blog at first. And one might even ask: "Hey! So why are you stupid idiot doing it if you don't like the idea of... uh... doing it". Well, I guess it was time to finaly open myself to others and invite them into this "theme park" in my head. I guess I don't have less nor more stupid things to say than others do (just check, compare this with other blogs, you'll see how right I am about that). There's no real purpose to this blog... it's just a thought-dump, a mind-junkyard, a valve to let out the stuff that bothers or makes me feel good.

Well... knowing myself and a minimum about human nature, I guess this blog will surely contain more entries about what bothers me... I'd really like to know why the hell we always feel the most like writing or speaking to others when we're down or when we need to complain?! That's really weird isn't it? Let's face it: when we feel good (like after having a night with a loved one for example), the best thing is to just shut up and enjoy the moment. Words could, and probably would spoil that moment, wouldn't they? Of course they would! Ever seen monkeys? The only times they open their mouth to communicate is when they are about to kick each other's (naked) butts... ok ok.. not always... but most of the time. They don't get close to one another on a banana tree to discuss who's going to get how many bananas... they just shut up and eat (up until the last banana, when they then surely start to communicate again). Makes me think of politicians... they speak and speak and speak... god... they speak... and speak even more. I sometimes imagine myself throwing a banana at one of these guys just to see the reaction, hehehe. Someone once said that there's nothing less precise to describe a thought than to speak it out loud. He was damned right about that. So what about writing? Well... I guess it's not 100% efficient either, but at least, you can think a moment before spilling out something really dumb and therefor avoid severe misunderstandings. More or less... not always... well... ok... not often enough.

Ok! I can already hear heads hitting keyboards hard... sorry if I've managed to brainwash someone with all this. And sorry about the typos too and for my really bad english... I'm french (now that's an excuse, isn't it?).

Until next time.