Happiness Is A Double-Edged Cheese Grater

January 11, 2009

I’ve been writing less and less lately. I usually post at my beauty blog, but come on, that’s just brainless drivel. It is so easy to rag on about a new piece of clothing or an amazing shade of lipstick. In fact, it is so easy that I’ve virtually ceased to do anything else. My attention span has severely devolved that I coulnd’t read, much less write, anything with any substance. The Internet does this to people and I am online for almost twelve hours everyday.

 

Aside from that obvious reason, something has been clawing at me from beneath the surface. It is this: the things that used to be important to me are not important anymore. I used to like sharing my ideas with anyone who would care to listen. I used to like learning new ideas from people who would care to share them. I don’t write, I don’t read. I’ve become into something that I fear most—stupid. Stupid and jaded, to be exact.

 

I don’t know exactly what I’ve done to myself. I can only trace my decisions up to a certain point and I seem to have lost track of them. I said somewhere here that I am a generally happy person, which I believe I still am. But happiness is a double-edged cheese grater. It works fantastically enough on both sides but it will skin your knuckles if you don’t pay attention to the cheese you’re working on.

 

I hope that this is just a phase, a pre-graduation drama, maybe. What I need is a long trip or a really good haircut.

 

 

Question and Answer Portion

A lot of people begin their new year by painstakingly enumerating the things that they want to give up.

What won’t you give up this year?