I Blog.. therefore I Am....

Hello World!
I still blog......who'd have thunk it? Not me, definitely. I think I have lost the touch to write because things happening in my life have shattered the rose colored glass I used to see my world in. You see, to me writing requires putting beautiful words to describe the most mundane of things so that the target audience, i.e. you the reader, would become so interested in these mundane things that you actually believe they will make your life better just by reading it. I've lost that ability, you see. To put rose colored glass over a thrash can, or a half-drowned stray kitten, or plain ol' dog poop. I cannot be that boyfriend Phoebe used to date who sees happiness in everything, even Chandler's dry sense of humour. I have aged a little more and I have wisened up a little better. You could say that I floated up to the sky and then an arrow of reality shot through my balloon and down I went splat! on car windscreen. I can no longer imagine things. I only see what's real. I do not understand Closer but I can relate to Crash. For Closer is just a romantic's idea of life, no matter how realistic the writer slash director slash producer portrays it to be. Again, I am rambling..........again. At least, I dare to say Hey! I blog! For now.....