Quote of the day:

“Truth is more of a stranger than fiction.”

- Mark Twain

Wouldn’t it be great if we had one day dedicated to unabashed honesty, sans repercussions? Just imagine—one anarchic day to finally get that weight of your chest and admit to your fourth-grade teacher to being the one who killed off the class goldfish, to tell the boy you’ve been watching that you’ve been watching him, to confess that in reality you’re not a Pink Floyd fan—you just pretended so they would like you and you could maybe be friends. Think of all that we could accomplish in that one day; think of all the pairs of jeans-that-make-your-butt-look-big you’re going to throw out; think of the lines drawn in relationships that needed them; think of long-“forgotten” issues we can stop rehashing and finally get closure for.

The cool thing about this is what happens the next day, when our social filters kick back in. We won’t have any memory of what happened the day before, but we’ll notice how we suddenly have more space in our closets. And some of us will discover that they do have the courage to tell her she’s beautiful, or they’ll find themselves paying more attention to the quiet guy they keep running into at the photocopiers. Ill-fitting jobs will be vacated and filled by the people who want them. Without knowing how or why, fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters all over the world will look at each other with new-found understanding and respect.

Or.

Maybe nothing will happen, maybe we’ll forget and that will be that. But regardless of whether or not anything changes, our breathing will be a little easier in the lingering aftertaste of clarity, the remainder of just one day of sweet, reckless abandon. Wouldn’t that in itself be great?

Blog, I’ll pay more attention to you this month.

The break I took from this blog took a lot longer than I had anticipated, and for that, dear readers – if you are still out there – I apologize.

Life looks a lot different from what it was like when I last updated, but I’m pretty much the same old dork who left this blog in September. An 8-hour desk job [now referred to as The Job] hasn’t made a corporate clone out of this one… yet.

The Job has taught me to formulate battle plans for the daily rush hour commute, and to savor the company of a good book on those twenty+-minute train rides. The Job has taught me to love fifteen minute breaks; how to sleep at 10 and wake up at 6; how to laugh at the face of office drama [and how to hold back your laughter]; the importance of having an every-flavor group of friends; the art of finding novelty in routine. Most notably, The Job has taught me a little about the value of time, especially time of the free breed – now a rarity, and the primary excuse why I “couldn’t blog”.

So if I were to blame anything for prolonging the hiatus, the obvious thing to point at would be The Job. But you don’t want a scapegoat. If you’re here it just means you want more of me. [If you don't, I seriously don't know what it is you're doing here. You're either lost or in dire need of a hobby.]

Blog, it’s good to be back.