Well we'll see what happens. The thing is, a lot has changed since I created and then slowly became less interested in this blog, but not too much I hope. I remember once being told by my year 13 Politics teacher that most peoples' brains peak at the age of seventeen and being utterly terrified and thinking, "Fuck! I'd better write my life-defining, legacy-leaving play/novel/tv-series/screenplay/short story/poem or just something!" So I eventually wrote a blog for a bit and then gave up.
Two years later and my portfolio of writing has not expanded to any great extent and, if Mrs. Beeson is to be believed, my best years are behind me. My mind is now gloop. And to make matters worse, I have become a 'recreational alcoholic', or 'student'. The little boy who achieved the heights of 'best academic in Year 8' has become this:
That's right. I am out of control.
The bottle pictured above may well have contained over a sixth of its maximum contents by the time I got my fiendish hands to it. Won't somebody please think of the children.
So I return to my pretentiously titled blog at a time in my life when, specifically, I am lying in bed at home in Fermanagh with self-diagnosed tonsillitis (an experience which may affect my relationship with my as yet unborn son who shall be named Tonsil) having come home at the weekend to play hurling only to be struck down with illness - oh the horror! But more generally I am midway through my second term at Trinity College Dublin where I am studying English Literature and I have realised that I am doing a lot more thinking. At first this thinking manifested itself in my return to Twitter, something which happens once or twice a year since I do tend to go through phases of stuff. But as I sat struggling with the immense pressure of being funny in my Twitter 'bio' I had a nice wee epiphany (these tend to be more frequent the more thinking I do). I thought why 'micro-blog' when I can 'macro-blog', or 'blog'. So I came back to Oftentimes, just to touch base (awful phrase) and hopefully it will be a little less awkward the next time I decide I'd like to write having got the initial reunion over with. I wanted to write about what I was thinking about when trying to cram everything about me into a limited paragraph or even a single phrase but that can wait for another day now that the pleasantries are almost complete.
On a more narcissistic note, when I type 'Oftentimes' into Google my blog is way down the list instead of where it should be and well, that just ain't right.
Finally, I glanced at my old blogposts and noticed one entitled 'Stupid like a fox', my fox favouritism and phrase usage has not waned in two years so I can't have changed that much. I think that's a good thing. I like me. #narcissist
Joe
