The Spot

I just read Ali's post for today, and I think she has a good point. Not just about Rememberance Day [I always misspell that], but about Blogging in general.
My miniscule experience in the world of web-publishing has taught me something about myself. First of all, I'm a stereotypical artist: I need to suffer to produce something meaningful. Tangential to this, if I'm not suffering I produce crap.
This is a bit of a catch-22. This implies that anything you read of value of mine will be anger/sadness motivated. I will be pretty fucking depressing.
But the truth is, depression sells. It's what news is all about: depressing things happening to other people.
Besides, angry is who I am. Depressed is, to a certain extent, who I am. I'd like to be happy all the time, but that's really not who I am. I don't think it's ever been who I am.
Even when the most wonderful thing in the world was happening to me, I was conflicted. My English professor was talking about this the other day: classic romantic literature is all about unattainable love. The most wonderful love story in the world is about unfulfilled love. At the time, Dave was pretty unattainable. But being practicly grounded 24/7 didn't stop me, and it might have encouraged me.
What's my point? I think I might be a cactus. I think I might bloom in adversity. I think I'm happy in a thundershower. I think I'm a fighter.
Whatever you want to call it, my blog is gonna reflect it. Maybe I'll try to write more when I'm happy, but it might just turn into a laundry list of fun activities. The good stuff [the great post] is how I feel, and I don't think I have words for describing how I feel when life it good. 'nuf said.
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