I think the fact that I have so many outlets for my creative commentary is diluting the power of my words down to the consistency of senseless drivel. There are “Really Deep Thoughts”, there is “This Is Ponderous”, there are moments of Snark and Witticism, and then there’s useless, wasted, disposable. The more time I spend dropping wordbombs on Facebook, or playing ping-pong on IM, or building sand castles on my blog, the less time I spend weighing the universe, the less time I consider my place in the world, the less time I have for big ideas.
It’s a shame, a damnable shame.
Even after quitting IRC, most of my computer time is still spent waiting to snap my wit on someone’s leg like a bear trap. What does that get me? Absolutely nothing but a slim notion in some people’s minds that I’m funny. That doesn’t get me far. A man is known by what he does; I don’t want the last fading recollections of my name to be that I was a funny mofo. I’d rather be remembered for making good music, or writing good stories, or crafting good poetry.
There are better uses for my creativity.
I’ll remember you as a great friend..the kind of friend who took the time to comment..laugh..and joke with me..on facebook and in person..don’t be so hard on yourself…
It’s not about that. Not being hard on myself. I’m getting at the fact that with so many slices of bread, I’m spread so thin that I can’t even make a flavorful sandwich, just these dry lumps of dough and meat. Edible, but not worth much. Rose gardeners learned that to produce the perfect rose, they have to prune away potential rosebuds so the best bud isn’t robbed of nutrients and benefits from the sacrifice of the others. I’m not saying I need to abandon all of my creative outlets, but I do need to spend less time on them and focus on one best bet.