she said. This was after I told her my concerns about not feeling the impulse to write. I guess the impulse to write a lot of times had been that feeling of sadness, heaviness perhaps, and when that feeling is gone, the impulse leaves as well. It could also just be paranoia that I’m feeling this way; this could all just be a placebo effect, a product of my keen awareness of the potential side-effects of contentment.
The fact is, I don’t write as much as I used to, and I don’t really know why. Maybe part of it is the feeling that I don’t know who my audience is, since I rarely receive any feedback these days. Without feedback, it’s difficult for me to know how I should write. There is, on one level, the reasoning that this blog is for myself, but ultimately we write because we want to express something to someone– the reader. Now, without knowing who the reader is, it is difficult to know what to say. In high school, I remember I had a Xanga. My high school friends read it and we would all make comments on each other’s blogs. I would blog about school. I would blog about the funny things our teachers said. I would blog about the things we pondered. I’m not even sure what I would say, but there was always more from where it came from. Day after day, there existed a house within which my blog lived. In that house, were all the comments between me and my friends. I think those were my happy blogging days.
I think I reminisce a lot, partly because I have a revisionist brain. I remember when I drew a picture of a cat in grade school. I lost that picture, somewhere in my room, and would sometimes remember it and wonder where it had gone. I would think about how it was one of my best drawings and how I couldn’t draw like that anymore. Well I eventually found that picture in a box years later, and thought to myself, “Now why did I think this was so great?”. Maybe my standards were different then, or maybe my memories were wrong, or maybe both.
Tomorrow I shall start school again. I am nervous, perhaps more than usual. As I slide further down the side of my bed, I try to quench the anxiety forming in my stomach. It will have to be alright.