Making myself at home

I must convince myself that no one is reading this as to "make myself at home". Perhaps the intent of this post is empty, except for preserving the purpose and "value" of this blog. I've had so many blogs. Why, I have commmited "Xanga-cide" so many times, or otherwise abandoned something into which I had poured my thoughts. Yet, I found that none of things was really worth saving until I molded that thought and shaped that thought so that someone else other than I could understand.

Perhaps that is easy for some. Perhaps there exists an easy way to blog without the explicit intention of dabbing one's ink in the trove of human experience that everyone shares, and yet find that one's fingers are guilty with the stains of that particular vault. It's hardly true that each person shares little or nothing with the person next to him or her. It's hardly true that each of our experiences is so distinctly different that each one is a discovery for all to marvel upon.

Perhaps that's what differentiates a good blog from a substandard blog, and what differentiates a rant from an intelligent path of thought. Intelligence in this dispensing of information is finding moderation that does not provoke simple sympathy, but learning and adding the color and the struggle (for lack of a better word) of the situation to one's knowledge of something that merely came up as a simple black and white image before the perusing of this intelligent entry.

It's always useful to rant. I can't deny that. One may look back and shake one's head for the spectacle and the wasted time, but it vents emotion and clears one's mind for the moment. It allows one to communicate without inflicting one's ideas on someone else. A rant may even border on intelligent, because the act of ranting usually provokes me to slow down and rethink my anger. Stil, it solves nothing. It expresses the frame of mind that existed for a particular moment, which can change so quickly.

I hate that I'm so used to being read and critiqued that I actually refrain from saying certain things until they burst into flame within my mind. Overly dramatic, I know. To argue, I must say that I've been trying to refrain from using metaphors, of late. I'm sure my history teacher is quite tired of crossing them out whenever she grades my essays.

I should be finishing up my homework right about now. Hopefully I'll remember to do another blog tomorrow.