here's why this blog's been so schizo lately

unless they're really pretty or write really well, depressed people generally aren't very interesting--we tend to be morose, self-absorbed navel-gazing narcissists who don't go anywhere or do anything because we're too busy holed up at home being all focused on our inner pain and shit--and trust me, the only thing worse than living through it yourself is having to hear all about it from somebody else.

i mean, jesus--i see all these blogs out there by all these seemingly (pick and choose from the following adjectives) smart, talented, articulate, charismatic, funny, caring, sophisticated, passionate, rich, pretty, accomplished, star-fucking, infinitely-libidinous, globe-trotting uber-faggots who apparently live in some alternate universe than mine and whose action-packed, fun-filled, varied and endlessly interesting lives put my little excuse for an existence to shame.

understand: it's not that i particularly envy these people; in fact, that's the problem--i couldn't care less. and this is not to say i don't enjoy the reads; it's more that i just can't even begin to relate.

and it's not because i don't have the raw materials--i mean, i'm smart and clever, i've had a few successes, i've seen a few things, i've slept with my share of guys (and yours too, probably), and in the course of the last few years i've accumulated sufficient fuck-you money to be able to distract myself with all kinds of useless shiny crap or take enough time off to leisurely screw my way from tijuana to tierra del fuego and back if i wanted--it's just that nothing seems worth the trouble of buying or doing.

yeah, i know it's ridiculous--guy's got all these options he's worked very hard to create for himself, and now can't be bothered to exercise any of 'em (in fact, in many ways i live worse now than i did when i was poor).

all of which goes to explain why--and this is the point of this post--i'm so often left with fuck-all to write about. as i've said, you gotta be a much better writer than me to make a life such as mine interesting.

see, when i started this thing i swore to myself i'd post every day, the whole point of this exercise being my determination to make myself start writing. but it's proving to be harder than i thought, so when i'm at a loss for content i tend to fall back on my two old reliables: (a) politics, and/or (b) comments i've made on other peoples' blogs.

why politics? i'm not really sure, especially seeing as how i believe america's pretty much done regardless of who gets elected president, but for whatever reason politics is one of the few things that stirs any passion in my soul these days. and as far as using comments i make elsewhere for content here, i guess it's because i find it easier to react to somebody else's shit than to dream up my own.

so until that changes, there is no common theme here; anybody who comes here is likely gonna see a mishmash of personal stuff, political commentary and references to blogs that are better-written and -managed than this one.