As of late, I have realized that any attempts to compose for this site on a daily basis quickly becomes not only overwhelmingly tiresome but also an uncertainty of whose delight. Furthermore, the ownership has become indistinct. A harried lifestyle does not permit for a clear mind to write impeccably about anything of importance. So much clutters my limited thinking. Unfiltered phrases and unprocessed sentences linger here and there. If only I had time and energy to bowdlerize them all, more people will read my untapped site with earnestness. If my brain is comatose, maybe I will refrain from peripatetic gibberish and only post when I contrive meaningful thoughts worth anybody's time. In doing so, I may sometimes need to overdo entries in case my ideas ever become cataleptic.

Then again, maybe I will not holdback…
Too many questions
Too many thoughts
Too many ideas…

What are the psychological implications of a person's ambitious attempt to embrace a new disposition, whether by attaining a new hairstyle, reinventing of the wardrobe, rearranging furniture, or massive cleaning of the house, after an earnest and considerable event?

Loaded Words:
Friend
Respect
Honor
Rich
Opposite
and, of course: Love & Hate