Except I guess I am. I'm not apologizing, though; I'm mostly just posting to remind myself that I still have things to say and am therefore not even remotely done with this thing.
I write what is in my head, and lately the only things in my head are personal--well, what I would consider personal. I do not agree with those who refuse to discuss religion and politics, citing "it's personal". Well, fuck. If your opinion on the meaning of life and the basic structure of the society in which you live isn't the most public thing ever, fuck me sideways and shave my fucking cat.
No, when I say personal, I mean interpersonal relationships. I mean my dealings with and feelings toward those I interact with in the real world. I mean that my interpersonal relationships are draining my energy and I have nothing left to devote to my intellect.
Dear 7 readers, never fear; I will be back soon.