Coming back from the death

Six Months of Absence

So yes… after keeping you posted about life for the last five years, six months ago I disappeared. I am aware not only did I stop blogging but I have been writing only a little on E-mails, which I guess it is not that new if you have been stuck to me somehow the last few years and have seen me come and go a good few times.

Why don’t I write more often is a question that has the same answer it has always had, and therefore it is everything but surprising for those knowing me well and for long: I simply stick too much to the present and the place I am. Which means my reflection is still focused on abstract topics and random thoughts coming to my mind from my daily experience, and still if I need someone’s input, I havewill spend large amounts of money to call whoever I want the moment I want it.

Which leaves “Why did I stop blogging?” as the more interesting question to answer.

Traveling Blogs vs. A Diary of Random Thoughts

Everyone that travels writes a blog. People love being a reporter of their own adventures to those they love. They fill those blogs with interesting stories whose frequent readers could never imagine and upload pictures of dreamlike places and faces they will never see.

I guess I started my blog on the same basis, but suddenly it came to my mind that if you are traveling for eights years, you are no longer traveling. You simply have a nomadic lifestyle, which made my stories nothing to be wonder but simply random anecdotes caused by my weird karma in the worst time possible and they could happen anywhere which turned my view of my blog into a diary of random thoughts. I quickly saw myself as one of those people that write about how they wash their teeth for self praise and I didn’t like the view.

Too Many Hits

Another reason for me stopping the reporting of my own existence was an increased number of hits. Is that not what anyone blogging would like? In theory but not in my case.

What started as something my close friends read turned into what the friends of my friends read, then it got to the point of my colleagues reading and finally all combined with the fact of AI was enough.

Firstly the fact of too many people reading me bothered me because… I will tell each person what I think they should know; Rushing me into telling things makes me sense horrible intrusion. So strangers everywhere in the world knowing my randomness is fine as they are strangers (which kills the internet paradox) but quasi strangers knowing what I have been up to is too much; For them there is my restricted Facebook profile with status updates saying things like “enjoying beautiful Icelandic voices of love in the time of science” which for those reading this blog is “I discovered an awesome record from an Icelandic artist and it is making me delirious, listen to it”.

I don’t think I ever wrote anything insulting or offensive to anyone, but when I started feeling my freedom of speech was compromised by trying not offend anyone reading or by not informing everyone of everything that was it. In the end my opinion of my own life and its circumstances should definitely be free and shared with those I chose.

Wittiness as a Limited Resource

As most of you know, in the last few months, specially since my involuntary holiday started, I have made my living of writing. About? Well… I mock/theorize my life and mostly men, and it seems to be funny for a bunch of people. The only problem with that is that sometimes the random experience of the week that goes into my articles will drain every drop of “something sort of interesting” I could write about (not that the men in my life won’t give me enough material for it).

Back from the Death

So yes, I am back, because:

a) I “don’t travel” but I do sometimes come up with pretty absurd experiments in different locations that worth being told.
b) I guess a blog is as a matter of fact a good thing to keep friends posted in closer intervals than six months.
c) There are other topics to write about besides men or any other theme I can come up with.

Don’t expect many pictures. I still suck at carrying the camera around and forgetting to look as a total japish nerd.

Do expect random thoughts, with different levels of sense that is.