Real Life Meets Hollywood Thought

   I keep sitting here, hoping some profound thought will come to me that I can type out and share with the world, so that they might see my 'vast intellect' and ability for pensive ponderances. That's what the bloggisphere is for after all, isn't it?
It's either that or typing out ones day; which systemically includes trying to make life more interesting than it actually is. Mostly because those people with the adventurous lives rarely have time to keep up a journal for they have so many real things happening, they don't need to exaggerate or dramatize. When one stays busy, with events flying by in a stream of motion, what the rest of us consider "big" things become less important as they aren't as isolated an incident.
And since I am not one to dramatisize an event like seeing a car accident on my way to the store- regaling the broken glass on the asphalt and what looked like tears of shock trickling down the victims face, placing myself in the situation as if I was a part of it rather than the actuality of barely seeing it over the thick cement barrier of the highway and it being nothing more than a simple fender bender- I am left with nothing but thoughts and philosophies. That and I do not yet have a life whose day is worth writing about with any sense of exuberance.
   Right now I would say my days have been nothing short of boring...
But I saw this sock and it fell, almost as if in slow motion and careened into a drier sheet, horribly disfiguring it's wrinkles. It fell so ferociously that the poor stripped sock even bent in twain... it was terrible. The shirt unfolded a bit, hanging limply in mourning on the towel. A sad day for laundry everywhere.
   See? Now granted, I could take this further, investigate the possibility of a love triangle which led to suicide or even a murder suicide? Or maybe the sock actually turned out to be fine (although, from it's folded position I highly doubt that). It really doesn't matter, other than possibly making a funny commercial, it's all just 'spinning'.
 
    It's either one or the other in this electronic 'verse: personal conjecture or daily routines. All is writ out for everyone to see in hopes that someone finds it interesting, (and yes, I am leaving out hobbyists, they do not count) so we may validate whatever it is we are to seeking to have validated.
So what is this little blurb about then?
    Nothing.
    And for now, that's how it will stay.

Sincerely,
Dust in the Wind