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So, twenty five posts to bring my life some meaning and direction. I had three real
points to cover. I came to the conclusion that my lack of a social life was the cause
of my lack of inspiration. After a few failed attempts at getting a life, I came to the
conclusion that I wasn't really meant to have one...not yet, at least. I have nothing
to contribute to anything. I am an observer, but talk little about it. My problem of
generalization still bugs me, but I think I'm getting better at it. I wrote about a
few things in a way that I normally would not have (the Kigurumi stuff, blatent religious
stuff, mah jong stuff). I don't know what triggered me to write all that. It could
have been my lack of blogging material, but who knows. As I was writing those posts, I
found myself very often hovering my pinky over the backspace key and debating whether to actually
keep writing it. I thought even longer about posting it. More than ever, I can say
that I really don't care what you think of what I do. Granted, I love to hear from
people who disagree, I think I'm just starting to get over the whole thought of writing
things in order to avoid such a disagreement. This didn't help me to get a life at all, but
it did get me inspired.
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