Unwise. Wisdom's interesting isn't it? Those who have it know when to use it and those who don't, can't begin to understand the difference...
The second shocking revelation is that there is a definite chain of events leading from my last blog post to this. If I tried really hard, I could think very carefully about all the things I've done since I moved out of St Birinus - the new job, living with my parents, the two trips to Bradford and that spicy pork that made me violently sick... and the rest... and I could list them all from one to the next, from that moment to this... you know, to fill in the gaps.
But I don't think blogs were meant to work in that documentary way. No, I think blogs work much more like photographs. They take a snapshot of a life on a particular day and you kind of fill in the gaps. And I actually think there's something quite nice about that.
Take the other day for example. The camera shutter opens: it's late afternoon, it's dark and it's raining. I'm eating a Rolo McFlurry in the drizzle and my gloves are getting in the way of the little plastic spoon. I peer through rain-speckled glasses at the road as cars swish past and I feel curiously happy with life. It doesn't make sense and it's unusual, but there it is: happiness. The camera shutter closes.
Or how about this: Click. It's just after church, I'm packing my stuff away and having a conversation with someone: "Matt, how are you getting on with your parents?" she says.
"Oh yeah, really well thanks. It's going much better than I thought it might."
"I expect they think of you like a bad penny." I stop, realise she actually isn't joking and say:
"Erm... no, thanks very much." Click.
Click: "B*******!" she says, almost spitting beer-foam in the half-light.
"No, it's true. There's a lady in our church who's been healed, properly healed, of cancer." Click.
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With all of this in mind, and a pile of snapshots collecting in my memory, I intend of course, to keep blogging - about Lysander and Hermia, the wheelclamped Oberon, and my ongoing battle with the chairs at church, oh and all kinds of things... despite my inability to write anything of use over the last month or so. There's much to tell as well, through the snapping of the lens and the click of the shutter.
Click click. ;)
