Sunday 21 July 2013

Memoirs of a Playboy

Does anyone remember this blog? I used to write in it a lot. I wrote about all sorts of adult topics related to being a young and single curious Caucasian male living in Japan and traveling into wider Asia. I wrote about my own experiences and I wrote about things I read and heard. In the beginning, I wrote honestly from my heart, mostly in an effort to convey what was happening in my life and inside my head into words so that I could look back and try to understand what happened and try to make sense of things. Other times I wrote simply because I wanted to just share what was happening with someone, despite not knowing who would be witness to the story, for no reason other than that I had no one around me that I could do that to in person. Japan, despite being so densely populated can be an incredibly lonely place, especially when you live alone. To escape that sense of isolation I wrote. I enjoyed this process immensely,  however so, slowly I tapered off on the updates until they came to a complete halt around half a year ago.

So what exactly happened?

Well, the brief version of it was, I got busy and I got sick of spending my free time typing shit out when I could just spend that free time sleeping. I might expand on that explanation in upcoming posts.

Anyway, I'm back to say that I have suddenly come across more free time than I normally would have so I'm going to use this time to 'skill up' as they would say in Japan. I'm going to attempt to learn how to touch type. Actually, most of what I have written in this post was done without me looking at the keyboard! I've surprised myself. I actually seem to have a subconscious understanding of where the keys are. Now it's just a matter of improving speed and accuracy which I will use the blog to practice with over the next month. That's if I keep it up. I might get over doing it real quick and move onto more important stuff.

I plan to post about random memories I have of experiences I've had until now in an unclear and artistically vague prose.

And thus my summer of writing memoirs begins.