Monday, April 14, 2014

Uhhhh... Salutations

So how the hell did you end up here?! Oh who cares your reading this now and at least maybe I'll have someone to while away the mundane hours of the morning.  So yes I'm here to share about a drunken intellect. No this is not an oxymoron... Idiot!  Forgive me sometimes I'm snippy but I don't mean it.. It's all harmless fun! To me anyways but yes I am drunk.

So if you're still reading this you may be wondering what in God's name is the point of this pathetic blog, well I'll tell you ... Well in a minute, first I'ld like to point a question .... What do you think God's name is ? Hmmm .... Yahweh ? Something unutterable? Me, I say I have no clue. 

Well anyways, enough of that digression. The point of this blog is in some ways the point of life ... To touch and be touched. No that in that drab physical sense, get your mind out of the gutter! 
But truly to reach out and commune about shared human experience.  Now to be honest I'm not sure that the Internet is the most conducive place for shared human experiences ... I prefer striking  up a bit of inane chit chat with my fellow barmate! But what the hell I'm here and lets see how this random bit of boredom turns out. 

What drives and motivates us to put our words down, in this case, the digital page aka blog?

I'm imagine that if I'm anything like the rest of humanity its for a sense of reassurance ... To glimpse tht perhaps we actually do have something to offer that can be meaningful to another. Honestly, I think we all have much to share and I hope to hear from some of you tasty bits of what your life has given you. 

For me, mine has brought me many evenings of lively libations. Some with rip roaring stories of meeting up with friends, passing around the bottle, slobbering all over your mate's new girl on the dance floor, i mean honestly who hasn't been there before. Then of course there's the nights where you can't keep to gather, pass out in some public space and end up being awakened by some uniformed chap and spend some time in your very own luxiours concrete cell. 

In the in between time you may like me, ponder the inner workings of the mind, emotions and how alcohol produces all these ludicrous actions.  Is it nature is it nurture ... We'll perhaps thats a ramble for another day.

And with that I think I'll pass out now. It's been fun having this monologue with you and hope a dialogue manifests soon. And to my first reader thank you for giving me a small piece of your extremely valuable life. I hope to offer more of mine to you again. 


-- intoxicatingly yours