Ladies, Gentlemen, everything in between; welcome to the wondrous world of Warwick Jones - part time narcissist, full time procrastinist(If such a thing doesn't exist, it should); the King of Hearts. Arrogant? No, but self indulgent enough to start a blog.
A blog about what? I have absolutely no idea. Boredom, perhaps, music, clockwork, maths, humanity, morality, the muffin man and just about anything else that springs to mind. Writing doesn't always come easy, so bare with me.
In contradiction to the title, it's not actually Monday, as most of you probably realise - but today was mad, and I'm fond of alliteration. Anyway, yes - today was mad. Bad mad, like feral old women scratching holes in doors with dirty fingernails, mad. At least, that's how i see it in my mind - and I'm beginning to think that's where the problem lies.
You see, I'm bored. While this may seem trivial, i assure you; it isn't. Boredom is like a disease that, given enough time, seeps in through the cracks and paints even the bluest sky gray. One can cure the common cold, bronchitis, ear infection - but boredom... she's a bitch.
I've come to understand that boredom is actually, as it would seem, a major motivator. Strange? Perhaps, but just think - why do we doodle? Why do we search for more? Why do we leave our lives behind? For greener pastures? As opposed to what? The dull, saddened, yellow-brown of our previous circumstance? Call me crazy - but i think we move, we change, we search; because we're bored.
That's not to say that there aren't other reasons - like love(a personal favorite), or ambition, or just for the sake of doing it. Life's unpredictable - I should know, and anything can happen.
Anyway, who am i to guess? No one knows why we do what we do - except us... sometimes.
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