Some General Ramblings

I've come to hate blogging for various reasons, but mostly that it seems to be a way of spewing some absolute rubbish into the ether and expect people to read it and marvel at your genius, or something like that, but I keep thinking about things I'd like to write about or get a thought process out and not feel too much like an absolute twat for having the audacity to believe people really give a crap about what I think.

Right now I'm sat in a popular coffee chain in Brighton, with my mac on my lap, overly aware that I probably look like a real nerd, especially because I'm "blogging". I'm essentially your typical nerd, but without the glasses, the weight extreme or the intellect.

To be honest, I'm only doing this to pass some time before a gig, hence being in Brighton, but I guess it's also because I've actually got some free time where I'm not traveling or wanting to "relax" in some way, or some other lame reason why I'm not doing something more productive. I actually can't think of anything really useful to say, so I'm going to ramble on a bit about the weirdness of brighton, compared to London.

London seems to be so over populated that you just view everyone as some kind of vague blob that exists solely to be far too close to you. It's rare that I'll actually notice another human being when in London, as it seems that everyone's trying to avoid each other, which we do very well. This is hardly a new revelation, but it's true non the less. In brighton, however, there seems to be a greater variety of people and I feel very much outside of my comfort zone, as though everyone can sense I'm not from around here and shouldn't be here. A sign of paranoia, no doubt. My reaction to this does seem to be to try and ignore everyone, like I do in London, and hope that they'll ignore me in turn, which they're probably already doing, so I guess I win. I dunno, it seems more hip here (which makes me sound like a 50 year old man... shit). Fashion statements seem a bit more brash, but no one seems to care (incidentally, I think I can see a trendy looking pregnant person smoking, nice work there, though maybe they're just a tubbo. Who knows?) or they're too cool to care, either way, it's a bit strange.

Everywhere I go there seems to be people trying to fit in in some way, whether it's doing the jogging thing, because that's what you do in London, or dressing kinda weird, because that's what you do in Brighton, or blogging about crap, because that's what you do in the internet. It all seems kinda strange and conformist, yet even non-conformity is in so many ways conforming to something, even if just the desire not to conform...

Well in conformity with the rest of the people here in this coffee place, and their closing policy, I'm going to stop now and leave.

This has been far from focussed, but I'm going to try and make more of an effort next time I write something... in 6 months time... or longer.

laters.