Nobody reads this blog. And that's okay by me. I didn't start it to become famous or to make money or any other nonsense like that. I had a much lower form of nonsense in mind.
I write this blog simply for my own pleasure. I sometimes find it helpful to put things down in writing, to clear them up in my own head.
Truthfully, I can't understand why anyone would want to follow this blog anyway (BTW no one does). After all, I'm just a grumpy old bachelor with a crummy job (that I actually like), living in a tiny apartment, trying to avoid social interactions with as many people as possible. That means no sex life, at least for the time being.
It's not that I don't like people. On the contrary, I very much enjoy the company of people. I love a passionate exchange of ideas, laughing with friends, going out and picking up attractive ladies and bringing them home to indulge in the pleasures their firm, young bodies offer. I just like it in small doses. I prefer to keep others at a distance. This allows me to avoid most of their drama and keeps me a little closer to sanity.
All I want is my little space to fill with only the things that make me truly happy. A tiny place I love so much that I don't want to leave. My own little oasis of peacefulness and serenity, hidden away from the rest of the world and built to suit my needs. Populated with a minimum of stuff.
In my place I calmly sit alone, play my guitar, watch old movies, surf the web and contemplate exactly how I'll be able to provide a valuable service to the world (that means people willingly giving me their money) without doing anything.
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