Killing time

I have oftentimes criticized other blogs for being too egocentric, too consumed by their owners’ mundane little happenings to deserve any interest. But then I inevitably looked at my own blog and realized I’ve suffered the same pitfall.

The truth is, I would love to talk about something other than myself. For example, I would love to contribute to the renewed showdown of intelligent design propagandists versus Darwinism crusaders. But I doubt anything I have to say would be any wittier, more caustic, than what have already been said on the cyberspace. Any attempt to write about some sort of broad-spectrum concerns (like climate change, the health care system in the States, etc…) would seem like ludicrous endeavors to sound worldlier than I really am.

So I gotta go back to write about my own mundane stories, try to my everyday experiences into something more. A lesson to learn, a new philosophical take on life – that except myself and maybe 1-2 more persons in the world, no one bothers.

Maybe one day I will become an expert about something and then people would have to tune in to what I have to say about it. Until then, that’s enough rambling for today.