I have no original thoughts.

A very important person said this to me the other day. And well, my Facebook is updated with occasional pictures of life events, necessary to ensure my family and family friends that I’m alive; my twitter is my running life commentary/inner-monologue, all within the confines of 140 characters, and retweets from famous and parody accounts; my tumblr is reblogs of funny cats and internet memes… you get the point. And while in context he was correct, in practice he was and is very wrong. I’d like to think we’re at a point in our lives where I can say that without offending him*. I have many thoughts, I have so many thoughts that I often forget what I’m thinking. Apparently as humans we can remember seven digits for a short period of time. I think I can remember about three, because by the time I need to remember them… I have thought of something else already… I’ve moved on. That being said, please write all numbers down, I do not have a numerical mind, and I WILL forget your phone number. Hashtag: sorry, not sorry.

But! This does not mean that I do not care. I find that I’m just going a mile a minute in my life right now. I wish I could sit and binge-watch TV for hours and not think. And while, yes, I have finished Arrow — two seasons in about a week — and have started Gilmore Girls. I’ve done this while simultaneously researching/writing my senior thesis, tweeting, texting and well, living. Never fully engrossed in these shows. Because I just can’t. I can’t sit still for that long and zone out and think about one singular thing. I need to be doing more. At the moment, I’m writing whatever this blog is or will be, but also in the course of this time I have 1. made myself a drink, 2. made dinner and 3. attempted to hook up the TV antenna. A story for another time. And have gotten up and walked away from my computer multiple times. But have now come back to this.

And maybe I just can’t sit and focus that long. Not in the ADD/ADHD sense. But in the “I have other things to do” sense. Do I NEED to be writing this? No, not necessarily. But I want to. I enjoy writing. And while I wish I could physically write with a pen and a piece of paper, I’ve never been the diary type. Not that it has stopped me from impulse purchasing dozens of adorable, still empty/one-paged, journals from Barnes and Noble over the years. I just don’t take the time to myself to write. I wish I did. I want to try. Hopefully you’re getting the sense of what I’m setting up here… Point is — I’m not a fantastic writer. I’m really not even a good writer. I use fragments, run on sentences, and basically make my own rules for how I believe punctuation and grammar should work. But I like the tone of my own written words, I think I’m moderately funny sometimes, and well, fuck you, this is for me and not you.

But I have tons of original thoughts. And since brevity has never been my strong suit — perhaps I’ll put them here. …because this does not have a character limit. So if you are so inclined to listen to me drone on about nothing in particular, are interested in my life ehhh… or want to watch as I write this opening entry to assuredly never update again —feel free to read. And let me know if you do, or don’t… you can just be a creep. I know that’s what I would do.

*Yes, Peter, this is you. Please note that I also referred to you as “very important”. Love you, kissy-face-emoji.