With nearly a year's hiatus, I bring you yet another unfocused rambling blog! Strap up and hold on as I take it on a meandering journey to nowhere in particular. I may share whatever I have been up to in the last year. I may not. It’s hard to fucking tell sometimes.
Without further ado, The Boring Glory!
It’s strange, strange times out there my dudes, dudettes and non-binary gangsters. It’s hard to want to, or bear to, take in all that is current in the world. It could be my age and propensity for cardigans but I feel as though what is hip and relevant is increasingly cringeworthy. Politics and technology are taking choice and true freedom (a triggering word itself) away under the guise of convenience and safety. I seem to have spent more time dismissing the suggestions of writing bots in these few sentences than I have writing them.
Upon reading one of my last posts I notice that I’m having a winge about that same stuff now. What to me boils down to a lack of connection and authenticity. It’s for this that I stepped away from The Boring Glory for a while I suppose. Well, that and finishing up school, getting engaged while in Marseille, teaching myself to paint, getting back into construction management and finally having knee surgery and the subsequent rehab. Frankly, my mind hasn’t been into it.
There is also something that feels kind of gross about running a blog. Kind of like I’m showing out, one step removed from 20-second dancing videos. Like, who the fuck cares about what I’m doing? When I’m just a guy drinking tea and trying to keep my cookie consumption to a point where I can comfortably lie to myself that I’m not too far off from getting in shape.
Within these thoughts lies a deeper yearning. Something akin to solitude in an overly stimulating world. It’s not that I want to pull away from society, quite the opposite actually. I’d like to be more engaged. Without all the literal bells and whistles that accompany connection in this modern era, how does one find connection? We have gamified dating and relationships, fitness and food. Participating in sport requires instant proof of participation lest it should not count.
And here I am, writing a letter to myself that I’ll tell you all about on social media in hopes that someone reads it and hits the button creating a line of 0’s and 1’s that will resemble a heart. Sigh Connection. I’ve been seen.
There are some things to keep an eye out for if you are a fan of my writing. I have an article coming out in Visions Journal- a mental health magazine out of UVIC, a piece in Skateboard Canada about using skateboarding as an intervention to addiction and a short story that I’ve done in collaboration with my brother Ryan and one of his musical outlets, Little Steed. He scored the tunes and will narrate the story I wrote over top his track.
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