So while I'm still up and enjoying my buzz, with my brain hovering over that wide grey area between creativity and nonsense, I ought to say a few words about why I can't really blog anymore.

It appears to me that no matter what one blogs about, one does so most likely because one thinks the contents are interesting to a certain extent, either to himself/herself or to others. In most cases, this is a rather momentary feeling. In the past, I often woke up feeling quite ashamed for my public drunken ramblings on Facebook or Xanga. But there probably are those who find that it rather titillating to twitter "just brushing my teeth!" or to describe their status: "thinks I get Monday and Wednesday's lectures down... will review this a few more times to make sure I get it tomorrow, study bones over the weekend (along with the gazillion things I have to do over the Memorial Day weekend)!" (the latter courtesy of Facebook)

Of course, there's nothing wrong with this. The seemingly honest and heartfelt comments on these otherwise absurd posts suggest to me that there are indeed caring people and friends out there who care about the rather mundane thoughts and actions of others. But I sometimes feel tempted to write shit like "fuckin' Luis Scola needs to cut his hair!" or "BACTRIAN CAMELS!" only to find these feelings pass by quickly, because I know that the next morning I will ask myself: what the fuck. why am i sharing my private emotional baggage with others? why the hell did i just give a shoutout to Bactrian camels? (fyi, people in Central Asia used to put cannons between their humps) These moments of doubt and insecurity arise probably because my thoughts, ponderings, and inquisitions are usually nothing but fleeting, temporary moments; I either find a quick answer or find that their significance disappears shortly afterward. Either way, I usually end up finding them contrite and meaningless.

I'll probably wake up sober and find that all this was stupid and that I should cut this shit out, which should probably also be a reminder of why I should stop drinking the wine. This social networking, status update nonsense thing has certainly worked toward encouraging our narcissism.