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Random Thoughts

A couple of months ago, I decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon and contribute one more useless thought process to the endless barrage of "ideas" and "writers" and "creative" content on the web. Aha! I thought, blogspot. com would be the best way for me to show the world what it's been missing all these days. Then as I filled out the settings form in great anticipation I had a truly original idea: Why don't I make this a free form thought forum and call it (a fit of inspiration seized me here) : Random Thoughts!!! Perfect! I wasn't going to be one of those people who preached about stuff or wrote about their dog or posted random (that word again) photos of/by themselves or even just use it to chat with other people. No! I was going to be unique and say stuff as I thought of it. What better way to write than to not imitate (see my previous blog "lack of imagination"). And so I put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard in this case) and wrote stuff that came to mind feeling so unique. For surely no one else had had the idea before? Right? So to prove my point to myself, I did a google search...
Oh well... turns out that there are at least 6 other people who have the same title for their blog and say .. well... sort of random things!!! So I am not an original after all... and not even in exalted company... Alas, are blogs not a medium for the individual to rise above the rest but to only mingle and be lost in ever larger crowds? Forever condemned to mediocrity and family readership??? Is there not a way to rise above this morass of randomness and be the person you were meant to be? With novel ideas and impeccable execution of aforesaid ideas? Well I believe so!
And so I have decided to rise in indignation and change...the title of this blog!!!! For surely I can think up something better... catchy... perfect .... I have it!!! Random ideas????? Wayward thoughts? This is going to take longer than I thought....

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