Acceptable Update

While I do love Queen, I feel that simply stating that love isn't nearly enough to sustain people's hope of future updates. I guess there is hope of future updates, I've just been busy working on other things lately. I'm not going to lie, there's a lot to talk about. I just moved, which in and of itself was full of ridiculous and funny stories. There were the usual tales of woe, and silly things I did because I'm kind of flakey that led to more ridiculous situations as I tried to get myself out of the hole I dug. There were introspective moments, and big life epiphanies that I quickly forgot. There were new bands I liked, and new celebrities I worshipped, and generally things have been more of the same--which is to say, there has been plenty of fodder for updates.

I haven't had internet at my apartment recently. That's not an excuse because I've only not had internet access for about two weeks, it's just something I'm saying now so that I can frame what I'm about to say, which is this: I think it might be a good thing that I don't have internet at home. You know, I spend so much time trying to avoid being alone that when I actually am alone I feel this insane need to stay connected, like being alone isn't acceptable. And that keeps me from doing the things I'm best at, because the things I'm really the best at are things I do alone (*snicker snicker*). Things like writing, and drawing, and all that other only-child stuff that I've always done has just kind of stopped recently. But not having internet has made it impossible to check social messaging sites every four minutes. I started to realize my personal value wasn't based on the amount of scrabble games I won. I found that when I'm not doing anything, I wind up getting the most done--at least in terms of fulfilling, end products. And that's just in terms of things I create personally, and isn't to say that time with friends isn't fulfilling. If you're a friend and feel that that last sentence wasn't a good enough explanation as to how I can be both fulfilled alone and with you, you can: a) call me and I'll explain what I mean better, or b) get over yourself.

But I think it's good to not be over yourself, to a degree. Does that make sense? Where was I going with this?

So here it is, I guess. I'm not saying goodbye to the blog, that's not what this is. I'm just saying: "hey, dear loving readers of Marc in the City, I think about you often, and don't want you to think that you don't mean anything to me, because you do. You are everything to me baby, you is my world."

I like chill-laxin' in the blogosphere, but I'm afraid it's just too hard to have my feet in two ponds at once. If we've spoken in person recently you might know what I'm up to that's keeping me from regular updates. If we haven't spoken personally in a while, then you should just know that the new project is going to break your fucking mind with its awesomeness.

Incidentally, getting over yourself is for suckers.