The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

Jesus of Nazareth, Christ of the Jews. The last post said it was about 4 months since I last posted; this one’s clocking in at almost a year! I don’t know if that deserves props, or a slap in the face.

I don’t know how a few posts can lead to 900 and odd hits, you people must really have no life. That or I really am just talking to myself, which is cool on its own, anyway.

Well 10 or 11 months have passed, and I hope that no one’s been pining on my absence from this nonsense of a blog. Some level I raise myself to, eh? So, it’s been, 10 months and 12 days since my presence here (thanks to timeanddate.com). That’s about 45 weeks. 318 days. Ladies and Gentlemen that is 7632 hours since you’ve last come on here, guiltily forced into it so as to not “hurt my feelings”. 7632 hours, that’s a big number. Like detail? 457,920 minutes. Yup. 27,475,200 seconds, to be painfully exact.

Where am I going with this?

Not so much where I’m going with this, more you. Take stock, ladies and gentlemen. It’s been 7632 hours since you’ve last come back for more. That’s a lot of hours, and an even crazier amount of seconds. What have you done with that? Have you planned it all? Made all those amazing goals that you promise yourself you’ll reach. They didn’t pan out so well, did they? Your cards didn’t show up with a full hand, did they? Did you pass the time that you potentially could have used to do what you really needed to do, jacking off and creeping friends you never talk to on Facebook? You didn’t unconsciously succumb and give in to every little pleasure that somehow seems to creep over your average life like your finger hovering over the buttons on your TV remote, did you? Don’t tell me, you didn’t think that it would actually make your life more exciting, did you? Giving in, is that now part of your repertoire? Of course, you didn’t think some challenge was any good, is it? You found comfort on your bed with your laptop, fingers typing away furiously, desperately trying to keep up with your communicative ways. You didn’t dig difficulty too much, did you?

You’ve had 27,475,200 seconds worth of living. Have you gained anything from what you did? Has it changed you in anyway? 27,475,200 seconds. Was it worth it? Has it made you anything, shaped you into something even your dreams couldn’t dream away, changed how you think; impacted you or anyone else?

You know the answer.

We’ve all progressed in these past 318 days. As limited as our “enhancement” may be, due to most of our average, normal, selfish like ways, we’ve moved on, changed, learned a thing or two, and soon forgotten it.

Has your favourite, random blog master, uber l33t internet friend changed? More than you can think, and if you hadn’t figured that out so far, well, I can’t think of something in-your-face to say.

I’d stay tuned, because things are going to get angrier, thought-provoking, intense, gut wrenching, heart breaking, motivating, and titillating. Like rants? Enjoy, cause anything and everything will be up.

318 days. Who are you?

Take stock.

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