Motivation

I haven't really been motivated to post here lately. I guess there's not really much I want to say. Some people have regular specific items that they post about -- like weekly photography "exhibits" and such -- but I don't have that. Except for the endless droning about how I did 9 miles Friday and 13 miles Saturday (yesterday I ended up on a new route with a faster group and "had to" go faster than I normally would, with the result that I was sore for the rest of the day, and only did 4 miles this morning, thinking I should give myself a chance to recover), but how boring is that?

I could talk about school, but there's been nothing really interesting there, either.

Perhaps the world wants to know all about my private life outside of running? I don't think so.

A blog post I read just a few days ago confirms that to me. Somehow I got on a kind of notification deal when this particular acquaintance of mine posts to her blog. I only had a couple of conversations with her about not particularly personal things, and all of a sudden, out of the blue, I'm getting weekly notices when she updates her blog. Reading about how she hates her parents and what she does when she's lonely (remarkably explicit, intensely personal things that no sensible person should talk about, I'm sure, especially if her professional contacts read this blog, as I have reason to suspect they do) really do not interest me. They actually kind of disgust me. Perhaps that's a sign of how out of touch I am with popular culture. Her "Reality Blog" would, I'll bet, be just the ticket for a "reality TV" show. And that would interest me -- disgust me -- to at least the same extent. Sometimes I sincerely fear for the future of our culture. The wacky egocentrism (The spell-checker is underlining that word, but I'm going to leave it. It is right, right?) of our confessional society has got to be a symptom of some sort of systemic social disease that seems like it **must** be eating away at whatever "strength" we have as a society.

I haven't given that notion any thought at all. It just came out of my fingers. But it reflects the anomie that I believe I see and feel right now.

Anyway, if I can think of anything interesting or useful to say, I'll post again. I suppose I've publicly -- publicly as in this blog, though "the public" don't read it -- struggled with this before. Perhaps it's a sign of age that I really have a hard time remembering what I've talked about previously. This is one of those things I'm sure has come up before, though. Sorry....

Happy Easter, everyone, for anyone out there who ascribes meaning to the day. I'm going to Chad's house for dinner tonight (personal details!!) so that should be fun. Gumbo.