I do not know why, but at this moment I felt like posting.
must have been the comment of the anonymous in the previous post ... the very fact of wanting to communicate with my lack of topics that I feel and taste it in itself becomes a topic.
Have you noticed, in this respect the resounding success of the stupid test bizarre habits? A mixture of boredom, frustration, year to date, lack of good ideas and want to escape with the usual (harmless) to talk about things "strange".
Maybe I should not put so many problems in the post, in fact something that is always rant, just start talking and let the words flow.
In fact I know I'm not like everyone else: are arrogant, opinionated, and I admit it, I say bullshit and I admit it. I should make better use of this instrument and who knows that my shit do not become refined over time, illusory and do not seem to fade into sweet words with any purpose other than to suggest important nonsense.
Someone told me that I write well, I write interesting things. But re-reading what is written you can not find anything but the human life, which I do not know of anything but universal, but many details. Tell me are more interesting and enjoyable than the sterile who tells his day? These considerations (and forgive the quest for confirmation) are useful in some way? I have not started a blog to vent but to confront, As established in the very first post. And that is why my posts are so poor and full of doubt, no apparent end. This site requires petrol and that is you, my readers. So to expect much (perhaps too), to be standoffish, unpleasant and often difficult to read. 'S why I ask you support to improve.
As usual, write me clear my head, one more reason to continue ...
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