When I first conceived of this new
direction for my blog about a month or so ago, although I already must confess
that it wasn’t first thought of a month or so ago, it was thought of over a
couple of years, but yet frequently abandoned, because I thought it would be
too much work, and too hard to maintain at the awe inspiring levels I always
set as my minimum allowed.
But ok, so that’s just the point. When I
decided a month or so ago to say ‘fuck it, just fucking write everyday, cause
you love to do so, and don’t care about results, or any…
Ok, so – the point is there was only one
rule or policy for doing this – that I didn’t plan shit in advance, but rather
wrote free form from the place where my imagination meets my memories from the
day, only with a spirit of remembering the day as if it was the best day of my
life, and more than that, to spend the day as if it is the best of my life, and
let the writing of this therefore take care of itself, after you know, chucking
all that shit in a blender and then adding maple syrup for sweetness, only to
discover drinks made up of ideas are occasionally not as good as pancakes.
Wait, Ok, but that’s all fine, but I keep
failing, I keep pre-planning, or at least thinking about what I am going to
write in some way. To be honest I even pre-thought about writing a blog tonight
about how I don’t want to pre-think stuff anymore. Then I allowed myself to do
it again anyway, and I haven’t every night, to be clear, even some…
Fuck it – today is the best day of my
fucking life, why am I trying to quantify or qualify, or explain, or any of
that shit, it’s against everything this blog is about.
Ok, so time for the real blog, just
whatever comes into my head, but while still keeping in mind the thoughts about
direction I only partially summarized above, before abandoning for being
against the very thing they are trying to quantify.
Rules man, rules suck. I mean they do have
their place in a civilized society, like if there were no rules anywhere, it
would be damn hard to find a place that sold excellent donuts, because they’d
probably all be stolen, and full of razor blades, because if someone was
stealing my donuts everyday you better believe they’d have razor blades in
them. Or maybe not even razor blades, cause you can see those too easily in a
donut, all metallic and sharp and stuff, and frankly I think those properties
would fly directly in the face of what I was attempting to achieve as a master
donut craftsman, have I promoted myself a couple of times, in terms of my donut
making title, or qualifications, so far in this paragraph? I am not sure, but
frankly I deserve a promotion. I am a master crafter donut staffer, which
actually sounds like a lesser position, because of the whole ‘staffer’ element,
where as I assume I’d be the boss – but you know why I think I’d be the boss?
Because I sure as hell would not bake, or fry, or microwave no donuts that
looked so metallic and sharp that you could hide a razor blade inside of one
and not have it easy to notice. So if people were stealing my donuts, I’d
probably have to stick it to them with some form of poison, or miniature self-shooting
pistol, or possibly even just make a batch or two of ones that don’t taste
good, then give them to the crooks, who wouldn’t actually be crooks in this
scenario, because of the lack of rules in this society, and after these
miscreants had stolen a couple of bad batches in a row they’d stop stealing,
and I could go back to selling my delicious creations, at high and yet
reasonable prices and we’d once again have peace on earth.
But we don’t currently have peace on earth,
and maybe, just maybe it’s because I haven’t encountered just the right
conditions necessary to inspire me to take up baking.
Ok, so the point is – I have no idea where
all that last section came from, or what, if any, point I meant to make is it
there.
But fuck that.
I think we have all learned something here
today – rules are good only when they are good. And I don’t think anyone has
ever thought of that before, let alone said it.
The point is, today was the best day of my
life. I did a shit ton of acting and filming, and LOVED it, I saw a beautiful
sunset, and I ate some delicious cake. I’m sure at least one of those three
things will have an impact on my life at a future date, even if the connection
is tenuous at best. If it does though, I will be as surprised as you are,
because I aint pre-planning shit anymore.
Wait I think that last sentiment was
actually the point I was trying to make all along.
Ok, so does that mean I am opening a donut
shop or not?
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