I do believe I there is something, or some other concept that I haven't quite dealt with yet.

Not that I do have to cover every single topic known possible to man, however it is in good practice of a blogger to cover mostly what their subject area is. As you know, my subject area has been stretched far beyond reaches.

So, I can pretty much cover a wide range of things.

And yes, I have something on my mind to blog about...(for once, my mind is not occupied by the culinary delight of a certain dairy product with both delectable flavour and smooth texture - cheese)...Something or other often referred to as the ideology of "looking for the light at the end of the tunnel" or so to speak.

I do welcome it wholeheartedly; it is often a catalyst for positive emotions or beneficial feelings such as hope, longing and the mixed, wild child of desire. Now, those three things may seem negative in some lights, however they are but the simple and delicate natures of the human persona, in terms of progression.

There are people I know - and to effect, myself at times - which struggle to contain these natures or themes in their lives, or rather contain a miniscule quantity of aimless self-direction on the multitude of the process of what we refer to as "life". As the title says, "I'm not a dreamer, I'm just somebody tired of being stuck at the bottom of the epitome of boredom and monotony."

However paradoxial this statement appears to be, it perfectly describes what my view is on this concept of natures of the human persona.

I've always thought of looking forward or thinking optimistically as a sign for progression, and for positive re-encouragement. I'm not ashamed to say that it is not a daft nor pointless direction in "life" or whatever is associated with such.

Having ideas can arguably make you seem to be a dreamer. Wishing for what comes next can make you seem to be a dreamer. Hesitating before taking the final step on a staircase journey can make you seem to be a dreamer.

All of these things and more are just a fragment of what has been really going on in some of my thought processes. That's not to say that I wish to be a dreamer, I'm simply just stating that those tiny little details can matter so much in a situation where oneself can do nothing but self ponder and gaze out into the vast expanse of thoughtspace and pine for something, anything to occur.

I know that I usually resort to some sort of leisure, creation, assembly or other as means of "passing the time" or "entertaining myself" and even "providing a goal for myself to achieve". That is undisputed, and yet, I have remembered my loyal readers and I choose to update you with the ongoings of my ever changing lifestyle and so on and so forth.

Would I blog that an emergency is occurring? I would not know. Possibly I may give you guys and gals an update in the coming week, or maybe I won't.

The truth is, that a matter of priorities is on our hands. Do I need to update my readers on the "down-low"? Yes, obviously, or had I not have this blog of mine, I would not consider it.

At the same time, I don't hope to live on an equilibrium, nor anything of that bland, life-less and cynical vegitative state: questioning everything with a sharp tongue in cheek, a moral obligation to bring oneself to the upmost false precedence and whatnot. I do wish to find events, dramas, catastrophic tales and the uncovering of secrets and mystery that plagues much of our society and the neighbourhood in which I have known for so long, not just limited to my local area, but as a handly collective term for the friends, 'bros', wingmen, close friends, mates, supportive people, adversaries, family, friends that are practically family, locations and much more I know well.

I do believe I shall rest my case for the evening.

Good Day/Night and Sunset Eve,

Razor Blayde