Drunken Blogging 5 I guess... Initially...

Vestigial and residual. Rhyming and related, both them words, uh-hyuh. Does it make sense that anything vestigial is residual? Or is it the wrong way around? Wait. To be vestigial is to have no use what so ever. To be residual is to be there after being used. There lies the question, then. Is residual vestigial? Should we forget every non-useful thing we ever thought of? Should we forget everything that we did not act upon? Should we have no REGRET? How many vestigial thoughts are formulated every synaptic moment in the continuing process that is your everyday life? To which I add why do we have RESIDUAL memories (redundancy right there) that a few of these vestigial thoughts have made us smile or frown in one way or another. To be like a child with unfettered imaginings and no regrets. But such is not for us. No. We are of course masters of our lives because experience makes us so. Having gone through so much life makes us so. Having so much regret makes us so. How many of us mask regret with the cliché " if I did not go through this, I wouldn't be where I am right now." Mostly used in explanation of how "good" your life is right now.* Yeah. Make yourself believe that. All the choices you made were actually correct! You couldn't have done a better job! You couldn't have been in a better place. A MUCH better place.

But hey. You are where you are. That is a solid fact. And if "if I did not go through this, I wouldn't be where I am right now" helps you cope, then say it with all your heart. It helps me. A lot. I just hope I don't have to rely on that statement too often...


*although somtimes life throws you a curve that actually makes you think it's fair.

Drunken Blogging 3... or is it 4?

To be ever so slow. Such fate awaits those of us who ingest substantial quantities of "recreational substances" and think that we can write shit just because we're recreational. I am slow. I am as slow as a matrix fight scene wherein every bullet takes minutes to whiz pass my unbelievably keen sense of dexterity. Thoughts come into being just as seconds tick away, and are discarded with the same ferocity. Reviewing what I've written takes immesuarable moments as I try to make sense of the here and now and of the past paragraph. But there is no past paragraph. But all in all, I am but one blogger in the multitudes of you who write everyday about what happens in your lives. You see something interesting? Good. I myself get drunk and get interested. I don't know who's better off. I'm having the time of my life just trying to spell "substantial" and "ferocity" without looking at a dictionary. Took me the better part of an hour... I think. But hey. When making sense is the responsibility of the serious, who am I to judge?