Blogging is a frustrating experience. I can think of things to blog about late at night, or while I am at work but when I am home on my day off – nothing comes to mind. I remember thinking of interesting and unique things, but they are gone now. Instead I write this meaningless post in a frustrating attempt at reaching deep within my psyche and forcefully extracting the golden nuggets I have convinced myself exist there. I used to truly believe they were there – but now I wonder. I guess it’s easier to see yourself as intelligent when you are young and inexperienced. Now I look around and see copies of myself everywhere.


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