Regularly Scheduled Neuro-Linguistic Programming

It turns out that I still hate Tuesdays, even though the day of the week does not mean anything—nor does time, because it is an illusory social construct, but I digress. Was trying to come up with something to write about yesterday, yet my brain drew a blank. I find that I typically condemn myself for being “lazy” in this way.

Rebooting this old blog after several years absence is a strange experience, which has involved deleting early posts that didn’t “age well” or were simply embarrassing. There are probably extant posts that could be mortifying but I haven’t gotten to them yet, or maybe they are still defensible. Who knows? I blogged hundreds of things.

A lot of the “content”—using that word extremely advisedly since I generally loathe the word, to be honest—that I posted was, more or less, real-time commentary on current events or random musings about whatever came to mind. Trying to be more focused this time, more disciplined. My method has been too sporadic, scattershot.

We are who we are, of course, but everyone can change. Maybe. One thing I have learned since I last regularly kept up this blog, among other things, is that we are all meaning-making machines embedded in an existence that is meaningless—and, furthermore, its meaninglessness is itself meaningless. Hard to grok that, eh?

When we hear a word like “meaningless” and react by saying or thinking, “That sounds depressing,” we are giving meaning to it. Since the meaninglessness of life is meaningless, we are freed up to do whatever we want and we can realize more possibilities, even if they seem impossible. Anyway, enough with all that. For now.