Grasping for Closure

I know my blog ended abruptly.  I was recently chastised by a ex-reader of this, my first endeavor into the world of public soul-spilling for neither continuing or sufficiently ending my blog.  I will defend myself.

The reasons I wrote the blog no longer exist.

• I no longer need to detail my adventures in Australia.   
• I no longer need to scrounge for American Companionship via the inter-web.
• I just didn't feel like writing it anymore.

The blog was just as much for me as it was for letting Mama Stone know every couple of days that I was still alive.  It was for informing many of my friends as eloquently as possible of the misadventures of King Duncan or Ollie the Android.  It was a way for me to verbalize my frustration at culture, student teaching, French Student Teachers (a situation I find myself in constantly, regardless of country) and of course Nicki Minaj. I needed the blog for mental and emotional support as much as it needs me to actually exist.  It's the most personalized my writing has ever been in that sense.  Perhaps the writing was better or worse for it, but I can't get around the fact that, after pouring in a significant amount of thought and time into such a silly thing, I felt like I needed some closure. 

Ultimately the truth shows that this blog was not really about keeping you all informed, or striving to attain some great internet literary status.  It was about keeping me sane.  Mission accomplished.  

To all my friends back in Australia who might stumble across this final post, I do miss you.  I had an amazing time which is due, not to the fact that I was having an adventure in a foreign land, but because I got to meet some pretty genuinely interesting and caring people.  If you are reading this, then chances are that includes you.  

My life is exceptionally unexciting right now, though things are coming around.  Living in a fixer-upper with two (soon to be three) other guys can only yield so many good stories so, soon there will be a new blog up detailing our current misadventures.  It will be co-authored and it will be uninteresting and poorly written.  It is for us, not for you.  Still, you are welcome to read it.  Read it.  Please.  I love the little graph that shows how many people read it. 

So, this is the last post for the blog: Better or Worse than Nicki Minaj.  My battles against poor pop-music will continue.  My quest for truth and love has only just begun.  Come along, won't you?

Cheers,
John Melmoth


P.S.
Nicki Minaj is still literally my least favorite famous person ever.