Things Worth Blogging For

The WordPress editor sure has changed since I last used it. I’m not very fond of how messy it’s become.

Regardless, I seem to have found my way back here. I gravitate toward writing more whenever life begins to slow down. This is not to say that my life is in a particularly bad place. I’m quite happy with how things are going after all, but my interests have shifted again in such a way that I’m not sure what to do with my time. As such, it’s time to write.

I haven’t got a lot to say. Rather, I have a lot to say, but it’s a jumbled mess in my mind that constantly shifts between various topics. This method of mental organization serves better in real time conversation, where shifts in topic are generally accepted… among neurodivergent circles anyway. I’m not sure what the etiquette among neurodivergent writers is.

Though perhaps it’s neurodivergent readers I should be giving the most consideration. I’m guessing they’re mostly focused on their special interests. I’ll have to find a niche if I want to gain a loyal following. Considering the oversaturation of content, I’d say that applies to neurotypical readers as well.

Who am I kidding? When have I ever written for anyone but myself? I’ve got special interests of my own to cover. I cried the other night over the concept of video game music loop points. I get frustrated whenever somebody says they never explained the polar bear on Lost. I wish more people would get into decentralized services rather than Facebook and Twitter.

Sometimes I feel like I really was born yesterday.

That’s where things stand at the moment. I’ve got time on my hands, and it doesn’t wash off easily. So I use my hands, dirtied with so much time, to type softly into the void in the naive hope that it will only type softly back.