I meant to say a few things about what it means to be a blogger. you’re always thinking, talking, reading, writing. You’re always looking at what’s outside your window and what’s on the news, even if none of it makes any sense. gotta think, gotta type, gotta write. Gotta love, gotta work, gotta play, gotta love.
Gotta eat your broccoli. Gotta be in with the out crowd, up with the down crowd. Gotta be, gotta do, gotta do be do be do.
When you sit down at your keyboard you’re like, hey, I should write something about that Facebook post about that tweet about that thing somebody saw on Reddit. And so you write. Hopefully you write more than a few words. Maybe 120 words or so; but then you keep on writing. And you keep on keeping on writing. And before long you have a magnum opus before you and the essay is written and the proof is perfected and the stars have fallen and the sun has darkened and the moon will not give its light. Therefore, QED.
But what of the people who love to love, who love to serve, who love to live, who love to work together in serried lines. They are cereal servers. What of the people who put on their shoes and go pick up the kids for the children’s class and holler at the junior youth. And then a hundred and twenty people show up at the door of the community centre and they’re like, we want in. I wanna change first. But I want society to change too. But hey, you can have it both ways. No need for delicious dichotomies. Cool, let’s go. And then you change the world.
So what about that time we went to the reflection meting and were like what’s up, we got entry by troops. And you were like really? and we were like ya. and u were like, cool. So we got some shawarmas and doogh and mazeltovs and you don’t stop, rah rah siss boom bah.