self-proclaimed wit will probably suffer. Which is ironic, because the LAlien ‘brand’ is founded on, and hinges upon the fact that wit shall prosper in a foreign land.
Unaccustomed to this new platform and unrestrained by an infinite word cap, will the LAlien be able to sustain such insightful clarity when documenting his across the pond journey as he did over there where it first took step?
Will his unrivaled discernment focused on the more subdued of differences between his Native England, and this wild US of A stay true, and prosper.
Or will this foray into territory long haunted, but never actualised etch the faint beginnings of his downfall?
By which he means to say, a blog has been long on the cards, and tumblr long flirted with, but procrastination, doubt, and the incapacity to structure anything into a coherent theme he deems worthy of an audience has held him at bay, and we’re about to find out whether his precautions and reluctance were warranted, and should have been adhered to.
Really we should have some sort of introduction, yes?
But how does one introduce such a vague and nonexistent concept? I’d much prefer it if I could just direct you politely to the place where it all began.
(That’s a link up there by the way.) ^ click it, please do. Apparently my chosen theme doesn’t appropriately highlight such things in a way that actually makes the reader aware they are clickable.
Began is also a loose term. More like stumbled accidentally and aimlessly into existence.
What started merely as a way for me to utilise my social media in a manner that didn’t make me uncomfortable became a compulsion that now holds me hostage every time I decide to post on Instagram.
An obsession that compels for every upload to fall into accord with this strange commentary I impose on each one, incessantly talking circles around myself and the fear of failing to uphold an unrealistic standard of content, that I’m in any case, reluctant to wonder at length how many people even read at all.
Wait, was that bitterness you sensed just there? He hasn’t been here for five minutes and he’s already turned his back and forgotten his roots.
Wait, now he’s talking about forgetting his roots.. does he mean the UK or Instagram?
What happens when you take away half a workman’s tools? Was half my power in the fact that I had an image to use as a starting point for the subsequent word vomit that was to ensue, which allowed me to also pretend there was actually a justifiable rationale for the bile I was spewing.
When there is no picture to direct the words, where do the words take us?
Well I guess that there is the whole point of this blog, that I’ve accidentally arrived at, but in true LAlien fashion, shall insist was intended all along, and thus take full due credit for my own marvelous achievement.
Yes, I’m also aware, I could, and most likely shall, attach pictures here yet still, and yes, I’m also aware, that to do so thereby makes redundant my above statement, and by extension, the very concept and reason for an existence of this blog.
What a blunder. How very existential and tumblr-esque of me.
Wait, now he’s taking cheap shots against the platform he chose, and intends to make a community around and garner readership from?
Isn’t awfully clever this one, is he.
This has been a terribly fall-short introduction, that has neither shed any light onto what it is I’m talking about, nor brought any enlightenment into what it shall hold in future posts.
Have you really come to expect anything less (or more) from these LAlien rants of mine? I hope we know one another better than that by now, and if we don’t know one another at all just yet – get used to not ever being entirely sure what it is or why you’re reading, anything that I’m writing.
Wait, he’s about to list an awfully long string of tags now, isn’t he?
