I guess I'm constructing this post in the hope that there's still at least one of you out there who will read it. Yes, I know this blog is hanging by a thread that is my steadily decreasing interest in blogging. Hell, I can tell you that the state of this blog echoes the state of my life.
We're talking about neglect and nonchalance.
And then now, I'm about to be thrust from the swampy bog of uneventful-ness into a whole other bag of chips in a little more than 14 days.
I'm talking about maturity. Obeying orders, respecting authority...and that's not even the half of it.
Actually, in retrospect, I don't think this whole army thing's the issue at all.
This uneventful-ness...I think it's because I've been holding back, though the questions of what I am holding back and what or who I am holding back from still remain. And this sudden realisation of my imminent servitude to the nation...
It's like it's now or never to finally let go.
Sometimes, it's a wonder how your own mind - most sacred, most fragile, and most treasured - can seem so foreign to you.
