Serious entry time. I didn't know that anyone actually read this thing and wanted more of it. I'm just going through a period where everything I write seems inconsequential, unimportant, and/or poorly written. Right now is a time of passive recognition for me. Things are happening. I just don't seem to acknowledge them. I recognize them, but don't change. I can't change. It's not symbolic, it's not metaphorical, it's just what it is. My world is changing, as it's prone to. I just can't deal. If you honestly want some insight into my life, i'll spill. I hate talking to thin air, so unless i get a pulse from this shock, i'm not going to keep defibrillating this site. Yeah yeah, really bad, long winded metaphor.
In other news, i'm apprehensive about my right pinky finger. I'm afraid it's getting a big ego, feeling more important and necessary than it actually is. My right hand is more attentive than my left hand because of the way i type. My left wrist rests on the keyboard and my left pinky is forever lagging on the A key. Occasionally, i'll need to use Caps Lock or Shift, but for the most part, my left hand gets to slack off, stationary for the bulk of my typing needs. Being left-handed, I suppose i have a favoritism that manifests itself in everything i do, including my typing. My right hand hovers more. Though my right pinky finger waits anxiously over the Colon/Semicolon key, it's eager to jump to the Backspace and Enter. It stretches and pounces, the last defense decisionmaker. It has the last say.
