That's right ... I hate blogs.

So if I hate blogs, why have I created one? Why not? I can't help but stare at a train wreck. I can't help but place my hand on a burner. Seems that I can't help but to write my personal thoughts in a public forum.

I know full well that I don't have anything interesting to say ... I don't even have original thoughts anymore. A lot of my thoughts revolve around conversations that never happened and other such crap.

By all rights, I'd imagine that nobody will ever actually read anything that I post here, and that's probably for the better. Much like television, anything that I do have to say tends to rot the intellect. That's why I don't think about much of anything. When I'm forced to think about things, things go badly. That isn't for lack of the ability to think about things really, I'd just prefer not to, so I don't much. I've made an art of thinking about absolutely nothing ... figure that I can at least be completely honest when I respond to people that ask me what I'm thinking about when I look as if I'm pondering something.

Enough about me, though ... what about you?