seriously, right here.

this is where i am.

and at this moment, i happen to be doing something important, which is making myself happy. typing something makes me happy, listening to music makes me happy, expressing something on an inexpressible day. but it’s not so much like i couldn’t explain what happened throughout the day as opposed to the feeling that was underlying the majority of it. for some reason, i felt i could voice an opinion. i expressed very pointed opinions about a Seattle plastic bag tax, beer, and what i felt was a very poorly constructed defense of hip-hop. i just couldn’t keep up on the hip-hop because i couldn’t explain it well enough, and there i failed, due to a multitude of factors.

success or not, it was the feeling that was of importance. so rarely comes to me a feeling of outward confidence, so palpable. i try it on, it seems fun, and then i come running back to my taciturn self. mostly just because. removed, but not withdrawn. the balance i find comfortable, the level that works, the level my balance exists comfortably. i’m gonna leave that one there, as awesomely terrible it is. it deserves to be there on the hard copy.

but here i am. here. what else can i be but prepared?