Identity crisis (n): A period of uncertainty and confusion in which a person's sense of identity becomes insecure, typically due to a change in their expected aims or role in society.
The above is courtesy of the great entity that is Google, cited because that is what this blog has been going through lately. And by lately I mean since its inception.
Over the years, this blog has been used as a platform to complain (sometimes with the maturity of a 2-month-old foetus), express my views on topics most people stop thinking about after their fourth birthdays and as a place to store my sad excuses for poetry and songs so they don't get thrown out with other unimportant pieces of paper (like, say, my maths homework from grade 11 and 12).
After recently reading the brilliance of some of my friends' bolgs, I have come to realise what an amazing tool this can be for people who can actually manipulate words to form logical and coherent ideas, and how mine has been doing the exact opposite. As a result, I know I need to make a conscious effort to stick to a writing style and genre of posts. So from now on, no more random, out-of-context laments. No more shameless self-promotion (okay, maybe a little). No more 1000 word posts (unless its passed midnight or I have a really good point) and no more posts on
silent horror movies or
dead woebegone musicians. From now on, only things people will want to read instead of treating this as a diary.
As a thank you for reading this, here are some links to blogs by some of my friends and fellow journalism students. All considerably better than this one.
Here's an apple having an existential crisis. Just because.
