More often than not, I ask myself, How the hell did I get here? And not in the physical sense. Well, sometimes. But you get what I mean. Sometimes, you do all the right things to get you where you intend to be and end up in a bind. Other times, you do everything wrong and by chance, you end up being that 1% success story. And of course, sometimes you do things you regret, knowing you’ll regret them because you’re just an idiot.
I’ve been asking myself this question in different contexts for quite some time. How did I end up stuck in PR? How did I fall in love? Why am I in a rut of indifference? Why do I hate train stations? Why does Beck make me happy on a rainy day? Why do I secretly indulge in tabloids?
Too bad I stopped chronicling my thoughts - I presume I would’ve found some interesting observations to answer these questions by now. And hence, why this blog. A project to occupy my time and a potential source to answer all of my near-future questions about my crazy, seemingly inexplicable self.
Who knows what I’ll find reading between the lines?
