There is nothing like the feeling of having old words thrown into your face. Ah! The humility of it all. It makes me contemplate between erasing my archives or just vomiting.
While eradicating my past posts looks very, very appealing, I cannot bring myself to do so, merely because looking back on my past blog posts reveals and reminds me of the depths of immaturity and lack of creativity that I have, at times more frequently than I would like to admit, sunken to.
Can I please put a disclaimer for anyone who decides to delve into my archives? Please look into the context and time frame of those posts. Some of us have matured in the past few months and we no longer feel that way, or even if we do, we would phrase it differently. Or so we would hope. (Why am I saying
we?)
Anyway. I think I shall take up permanent residence under a rock. Or under my desk. Or in a third world country with no internet. Or I will just stop blogging.
On re-reading those posts, I can understand the cringing, I think. Although to me, the funniest part is the lauding of the virtues of Zeke. Sorry, but it's all just too funny for words. *scuttles off to edit archives*
Funny to you. You who has not be subjected to the comments and critisim of people who have TIME to read your archives.
Though, I have to admit, the post's on the virtues of Zeke are rather amusing, if you would like to see similar foolish post's, check out my October 2003 archives. Yikes! I will now hide. Forever.