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Utterly forgotten blog. I have really been unable to craft all my thoughts into one single comprehensive, fluent, compact post. It is one thing to expound the horrors of human actions on the environment and another to reflect me. I may be pro-environment, anti-gay and pro-government, but to write it as a post is just so, to pick a phrase my friends use, random. And trust me -- when I start a post with "I was thinking," I am being redundant, as is everyone who begins like this because thought is ever-present. We think, therefore we are. How then could we ever not be thinking?

The other problem is the realisation that we are not who we really are. The commercial world has infiltrated all parts of our lives that wanting to be deviant is impossible. In fact, as No Logo by Naomi Klein explains, the more deviant we become, the more deviant the infiltration will become. There really is no escape. Sometimes the hopelessness of it all makes the post very pointless and so I abandon it, half-done. In essence then, we are all products of a commercialised society, which really messes up my thoughts because of the vast intricate implications. If we are products, who then are the consumers. Clearly, they must be the corporations, who in turn are the ones trying to sell to us. In the future, when we the products take over the corporations, the commercial world becomes trapped in a cycle of some sort that may be considered to be vicious. This is just one example of how I end up at conclusions that I have no words for nor the mental capacity to describe. And so, whatever I try to put across in a post often meets a dead end, so the post must become discarded.

Finally, I often run out of perserverance in completing a post. It is unlike a race whereby you know how the goal should look like or be reached. It is not like writing an expository essay where you know that you must give points supporting the for and the against, then show which is more dominant, concluding with a resounding, irrefutable stand that will wow the examiners. In a post, there is no restriction, and I often find myself just typing away, repeating many points although in my mind, they are distinct concepts. In the end, I read it again, and I feel very bored by it. I fail a lot of posts, in this way, so very few ever get published.

And there it is, a post on how hard it is to create posts, which is very mindteasing, if you think about it.