I, unknown wannabe writer to most of you, haven’t been posting anything for a considerable amount of time. Why? Well, I’m disappointed that you asked, but I’ll tell you anyways. It’s not because I chose to vanish from the face of this bloggering website, not consciously anyways. Maybe it was a subconscious act buried deep in the back of my mind… or maybe in the front, hidden in plain sight. Either way, the reason behind my inexcusable behavior is because of one simple fact that I loathe to admit, although I must in order to explain my long absence. I forgot. I forgot about the blogs, and the posting, and the reading, and writing, and expressing myself to random strangers via the internet. (random strangers that I loved simply because of their unknown, innocent randomness) a.k.a YOU. I’m sorry I forgot you. But I did.
It started out innocently enough; my computer would simply refuse to post anything of mine for a while… a very irritably long while. I personally think this is just the start of a worldwide epidemic of technological proportions. An epidemic where technology rebels and attacks! But that’s off topic, just watch out for those “cell phones” devices I’ve been hearing so much about. Now, about my computer… Failed post after failed post, I simply stopped trying to post. I kept content with reading the blogs of others, sometimes even envying their ability to post. A silly envy, but envy nonetheless. They had no idea how they were lucky enough the have the simple pleasure of being able to tell the world anything they desired. Anything at all, while I sat and could not. That was my first stage of forgetting.
I soon became tired of swimming through an ocean of recorded memories. I can’t even swim… Well I can now, but I couldn’t back then; oh the majesty of Time. Accompanied by my lack of interest, I wouldn’t even try anymore, preferring to work on school assignments or some other boring activity that I won’t indulge you of mentioning. That was the second stage.
I’m not sure how many stages there are in forgetting something (especially since I’ve made those stages up as I go along), but everything follows a fairly simple general process. After a couple of days having not been on this site, I eventually forgot about it. The neglected thought crawled into a dark recess of my mind and remained there until a sudden blast of nostalgia awoke it from its slumber. I remembered how much I loved to write (a thought that never really completely abandoned me) and most importantly I remembered how I would love for people to witness my writings. After some contemplation I revisited, and read over my previous long-ago posts. I laughed. I may have changed since last I posted, and my writing style may have changed too ( as does the world around us), but I will continue and hope that they’re as good as my last posts. Not to sound conceited, but I enjoyed them quit a bit. I was so full of whimsy back then, although I sounded like quit a pessimist! Maybe if i would have stayed, this change in myself wouldn’t be so noticeable. My change would have been gradual and undetected. It’s at times like these where one wishes that one hadn’t forgotten. I hope that in time my whimsy will return, although I’ll remain the optimist I morphed into. Some things, like this website, shouldn’t be forgotten. Others…. eh. What I’m trying to put down (and what you should be picking up right about now) is that you should always remember to never forget and not forget to remember what you forgot.