something without a punchline
A blog always need a blog post to call it a blog. I guess.
And a blog post should always have something honest to say or convey. Either with a punchline. That’s how I was schooled.
But I’m blanking on a good punchline.
I have a knack for making my friends laugh. But when we’re talking about my personal life or thoughts, there’s just too much chaos for me to put into words.
But I still have the itch to put pen to paper.
When I was 12, I used blogbus.com, a Chinese blog platform to post words and pictures. Despite my tender years, I remember feeling full of drive to put on a performance with my life. I pretended that my life was completely unique from that of everyone else (in my town). I read books that no one else in my school had ever read. I acted as though I grasped every nuance of the movies I saw. And I wrote some cliches I barely felt and snapped photos of my dull travels with my camera (borrowed from parents). That was me. I had convinced everyone, or so I thought. But I can't say that it's delighting me in any way. I could not believe how bored I was.
Now I’m 25, and I’ve just recently started to educate myself how to eat correctly, how to get a good sleep, and how to say hello to different people. That’s so weird. What should I do with my body, my time, and my breath, if I don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I just don’t know.