Why am I writing about this song? Why am I writing a blog post at all? Do I actually have anything to say? Even if I do, is it worth saying in an age where most of the blogosphere is populated entirely by other narcissistic, self-deprecating twenty-somethings hoping against hope that their voice is the voice of the generation, and using words like "blogosphere?" You know, I don't know.
I've been following a lot - a lot - of blogs on Blogger since I was a senior in high school, and I thought to myself, I should totes start a fashun blog during my freshman year at college, because it was the popular thing to do at the time and I like clothes. Thus, this particular account was brought into existence out of the sheer energy of the internet. Now that I'm a freshman in the Real World (a.k.a. I just graduated), I don't really think I want to do that anymore. I value fashion (I think clothing is an excellent form of self-expression!), but it seems like the fashun-blogger experience is more geared toward things like "haul videos" (which I enjoy and abhor in equal measure) and navel-gazing contemplation of things like creepers and tribal print crop tops (which I just abhor). This isn't to like, lampoon the whole personal style blog shtick. Some of those are still cool, and my reader is still mostly filled with those kinds of blogs (though a big chunk have migrated toward the "lifestyle" genre which baffles me entirely). I guess I just don't think I have the money to keep up with something like that. And I definitely don't need something else feeding my nasty materialistic streak (give. me. moar).
What this long paragraph has brought me to is the point where I tell you (you?!) that I recently reread the dozen or so posts I wrote back in 2010/2011 and, as with any of the hundreds of journals I kept sporadically throughout my youth, found them really interesting. So I suppose I'm writing this for Eleanor Four Years From Now to enjoy, and to remember that life back then (now?) wasn't as sunny and delightful as she thinks it is, but wasn't an embarrassing trainwreck either. I'm writing this so I have a way to look back on this, the Dawn of my Adulthood, that isn't another 1/4 filled notebook sitting in my bedroom in my hometown.
Essentially, at least I won't have to throw out or pack this blog up in a few years.
So, back to my point: I found out I actually really enjoy a song by Radiohead. I have downloaded The Bends in hopes I will find that I do, actually like, a couple other songs by them, since they're like, a staple of indie rock or whatever. I have the day off from work (which is currently just Starbucks) and nothing in particular to do, so I might Get Things Done (calling my aunt, checking job listings on Craigslist, working on my resume more), but I also may just lie in bed and listen to melancholy music in the attic and drinking tea. We'll see.
