difficult words

There are times when I post on the blog for the sake of posting. When posting becomes the point of the post. It happens not because I run out of things to write about, but because I run out of the will and wit to express what I wish to have written.

It's quite obvious when I feel this way. The entry becomes meaningless, a series of disjointed sentences. It goes round and round, and finally closes in on itself, with little sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Why the hell do I even bother? Maybe it's a survival instinct, driving me to mark out a little territory, to signal that I exist. This is my existence, and this is my space.

Or maybe it's simply narcissism.

Without really knowing why, I fill the screen with words. It's similar to the way I fill my days: a kind of lost wandering (wondering?), lost because there really isn't a destination to head for. Another sentence. Another day. And life goes on.