The Bohemian Manifesto Pt. I

Pardon the title, for I fear that the topic you may deduce from the header fails to match the narrative to come.

The invention- blogging- is a testament to those who call themselves prolific writers, prone to the spontaneous outpours of verbose prose (these are often the ones that characterize my case, as seen by my writing) on random parchments. However, this only makes sense if I am prone to the habit of transferring the jargon of my tattered pieces of my imaginative intellect onto the technological data saver and medium to mass populace of strangers. I am not privy to the exposure outlined above. Sadly, my thoughts are simply distilled by the immediate call of the moment that follows after a keen observation or a humorous realization of the most mundane hours. I am tempted to convey how I came to be such a half-hearted storyteller, going point by point of what I have used and failed to use, but I do not want to run the risk of being seen as pedantic. Cut to the chase I say! (I actually never say that...)

The pull of the soul is a confusing phenomenon. I seem to encounter this when I find my will in extreme opposition to the order of the day or society itself. Complete chaos and impracticality merge into my most apparent vice- indulgence. This does not necessary lend to the regular associations with the sin. One may infer that debauchery is a subcategory; however, conversely the guilt of my gluttony lies in my action in merely taking party in what I want. It is a simple problem. The word indulgence conjures up numerous visuals, often those that involve Dionysious, copious amounts of wine gulped down in the most sumptuous areas of leisure, endowed in the finest regalia. Though this would be an event that I would like to experience one day ( I believe all you have to do is wear a hefty amount of jewelry equal to the gaudy grandeur of an Italian mafia don chalice in hand, and book a flight down to Napa- Walla), Grecian imagery is not what I choose to base my faults on.

I will have to continue this later. I should be studying for my LSATs, but I am not. My laxity of self-control is astonishingly extensive in many ways.

I will get to the message of this as soon as I fulfill some obligations that defy my inherent autonomy.