Typically Cryptic I was recently asked to explain some of my previous entries as they were a bit on the obscure side. Where are the details? The dirt? Who the hell killed Laura Palmer? You know, that sort of stuff. I didn't answer the question, of course, because I'm kind of an ass that way, but it did get to thinking about the generally obtuse nature of much of what I write. Breaking my long standing rule I glanced through some of my older entries and sure enough...I love me some obscure musings. Part of it is because I believe brevity is for suckers, and that what happened is not as important as the intangibles that made up the occurrence. Often times a straight retelling of events is, let's face it, boring. So I find obfuscation and the expanding of miscellaneous thoughts or feelings at least lends the whole affair a sense of intrigue. The generally boring baseline of my life is somewhat elevated. It's a literary device see, and it works for me. And I mean, honestly, how much do you really want to know about me? Perhaps more than that though, is the tendency for my writing to reflect the generally cryptic way in which I behave on a day to day basis. It's not something I've really thought about, but it's quite rare that I volunteer information of substance to pretty much anybody. I do "stuff", go "out", have "plans" and so on and so fourth, all the while not really paying any attention to the fact that I am supplanting simple conversation items like going to a movie, or meeting up with friends for drinks after work with meaningless, ambiguous phrases.. I can't imagine how irritating it must be for somebody to ask me what I did over the weekend and, "It was ok. I went out and did some things.". Why hasn't anybody punched me yet? Since this hasn't been very cryptic yet I'd like to now point out that I had a hell of a lot more written but decided not to post it. Can you feel the mystery yet?
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