My Astounding Return

My Dashboard claims my last post was on June 12, 2009 (though it looks to me it was on 5/8, but whatever); that's exactly two years ago. I almost posted again a couple of days ago, but then I decided to wait solely so I could write the preceding sentence. The making of that decision is what led me to realize I really don't have much to say to the world (which is likely why I've never been able to keep up with a blog for more than a few weeks). In fact, not only do I not have much to say to the world (because, like most blogs, mine has a following of zero), but I have very little to say to myself as well. The truth is that I am sitting here writing now only because there is little else (a nice way of saying absolutely nothing else) to do.

I'm trying to decide whether I care about my blog being without readers. Of course, I can't blame anyone for not taking the time to read my thoughts...I don't even want to read my thoughts (or think them for that matter--do you ever wish you could just turn off your brain and allow the thoughts to cease for a while? I can't do it. Not when I'm watching TV, not when I'm sleeping...never. I'd like to believe it's a sign of intelligence but it seems to me the intelligent should be able to better control their brains. Anyway, back to the blog...) I used to have a following of around four or five. Now that it's been two years between posts I'd venture to say they're not coming back. One time I even had a stranger leave a comment about how deep my thoughts were or some other such nonsense. I wonder how he managed to stumble across it. Perhaps he did a Google search for "pathetic blogs in which the author thinks the world wants to know her thoughts on various trivial subjects."

By the way, in case you're ever taking a philosophy exam in which the professor asks the meaning of the word "trivial", the answer is "of or pertaining to the number three", not "of little importance". Of course, I still contest the docking of points from my score for choosing the "wrong" answer. Just because some highfalutin, medieval intellectual used it to refer to the number three does not mean that the other, more popular, 21st century, actually-found-in-the-dictionary definition is wrong.

And yes, I looked up "highfalutin" to make sure it was really a word.

On a completely different note, about an hour ago I was sitting on the front porch watching and listening to a pretty decent-sized storm. Now, I love storms, and I often wonder why most of the human population fails to feel the same way (I'm not talking run-for-your-life-we're-all-gonna-die type tornadoes and hurricanes; I just mean regular, blow-some-sticks-in-your-yard storms...). In fact, people dislike storms so much that they the word to describe any sort of difficult time in their lives. This makes sense--storms are tumultuous and chaotic--but I would not have chosen this analogy myself. But then I kept thinking (like I said, my brain never shuts up). What I love about storms--the intense display of God's might--can also be said of trials. Not that I like going through sucky times--I don't--but at least they allow others and myself, if we're looking, to see God's power and work.

Well, that is about the entirety of my trivial (unimportant) thoughts for the day. Maybe I'll post again soon. More than likely I won't. Regardless, thank you futuristic space Chelsea and stranger who accidentally stumbled across this blog for reading. Talk soon. Maybe. More than likely, not.


P.S.--I started to proofread but then decided it wasn't worth it. Feel free to leave insulting comments about my lack of intelligence.