Forgive me Cynics for I have sucked. In the past month, I’ve only written one measly post here. What the fuck is wrong with me? Good question, it’s one I’ve been trying to answer myself. Tonight, after furious instant messaging sessions with my fellow wayward bloggers, Megan and Greg, I think I can finally explain why I’ve been having so much trouble showing up on this site.

Shit is bad right now. George W. Bush is still President, I’m feeling the full force of the recession, and my beloved hometown of New York has been taken over by an army of coked out fashion victims. Understandably, I’m pissed off about all of these things, but lately the anger has been affecting my writing. Everything is so screwed up and I want to talk about it all at once. Usually, this combination leaves me overwhelmed and exhausted.

Since I’m just in my early twenties, I feel semi-responsible for taking a major role to help fix this country of ours. It’s hard to stay inside and blog because a huge part of me feels like I should be out overthrowing the President. On the other hand, if I ran into the street right now and started raising hell it’d make for a pretty lonely revolution. I got into blogging thanks to the possibly misguided idea that it would help me become a foreign correspondent and make some kind of positive impact on the world one day. It doesn’t look like anybody’s going to send me to the Middle East any time soon, but in the meantime, I still feel like I need to be making a difference with all this web stuff I’m doing. It’s all a lot of pressure and it’s hard to know where to begin.

It would be good if I could focus more and worry less, but the hyperconnected millenial lifestyle has sadly left me with the attention span of a flea and an acute awareness of the world’s problems. I’m neurotic and crazy enough on my own, so I really need to unplug from the internet as much as possible, which is hard to do when you’re a ronin blogger. Thankfully, I’ve come up with a couple ways of contributing to the site that won’t involve me staying trapped in front of my computer. I’ll be able to tell you guys more soon. I’m also looking forward to being able to show you all the politics stuff that I managed to write while driving myself nuts and freelancing. Best of all, in ten days I’m beginning a new top-secret job that will give me some much needed stability and sanity. The internet almost ate me alive this summer, but the future is looking bright.