Elaborating on being blank and clueless.. also, more doodle!

Throwing down my lovely tired corpse into the couch I was quite sure my day was over. But nooooo, looming over me like a big hulking shadow, slowly blocking out the view of a chill evening with whatever old paperback I've found to saturate my addiction to literature, appeared the curly monster that is my girlfriend with the words "baby it's time to post, come on!"

Now, don't get me wrong steemians, I'm thrilled from knee to toe with all the positive replies I received on my first post, I really am! The welcomes and praises on my first post really suited that little narcissistic part of me that loves attention, but unfortunately there's an even bigger part of me that really don't give a shit about attention, so I figured "yeah it was cool, I'll make a new post...maybe next week"

Oh how wrong I was..

So here I am again, starring at the almost empty scream while my sweet, but incredibly hyper and annoying, girlfriend bounces frantically around behind me chanting in an evil cowl "write now, post now."

So yeah, I'm as clueless as yesterday, both because I don't know what to write about on this fine rainy Friday night, but just as much because I'm struggling with the age old questions of "shouldn't a blog have a theme, like travel or stuff?" - "why would people ever read my opinion on, like, anything?" - "Did I even actually introduce myself in the introduceyourself post?"

And just there ladies and gentlefish did I get an epiphany!

Introducing myself, for real this time, while at the same time seem like I'm actually making an effort feels just right. I mean, it's like high school all over again. Just throw in enough meaningless words so you sound fancy enough and maybe, just maybe, the relentless drillsergent @iwanderela, will let me retreat to my incredible attractive couch.

So, in case you read my first post and wasn't completely spaced out on your daily netflix fix/cryptocurrency craze you'll by now have picked up that I'm male, in my thirties and not really a big fan of social medias. Sure sure, like almost everyone else with an internet connection in an enlightened society I signed up when Facebook, Instagram etc aired, shared all my pictures, wrote endless wall posts and got one micro-orgasm after another as the "likes" and comments started showing up.
Fast forward in time Facebook is now just one big commercial and the only posts on my wall are people with babies or clickbait stories, which is equally annoying and irrelevant. Instagram was fun to start with, but the plastic fantastic world presented on most accounts is nauseating at best and I just can't find the enthusiasm to really get involved.

As you might also have picked up on I have this wonderful girlfriend @iwanderela, who, besides being a royal pain in the ass, also can be momentarily sweet and loving when she has just received her daily sacrifice of coffee and cheesecakes. I currently resides in the Philippines enjoying the lovely warmth of the tropics before going back to old cold Denmark where I, once upon a time, originally was brought into this world.
I enjoy drawing and being a bit creative from time to time, reading an occasional book and relax with a cool rpg or puzzle game on my ancient excuse of a computer.
I love travelling and has been travelling around the world for the past 10 years or so, first alone and later with @iwanderela (chasing waterfalls is a great therapeutic pastime activity for couples!) I've often played with the thought of starting a travel blog, I think I can write decently when I pull my shit together, but it seems like an over-saturated marked and.. and.. and maybe I'll do it tomorrow ;)

Besides that I'm educated pedagogue (someone who works with kids) which is ironic since I think kids are horrible little monsters in general, and their parents are usually far worse. But being the masochist that I am, I somehow find joy in being tortured on a daily basis by the tiny devils and well, sometimes it even happens that one of them grow up to be a decent human being, making it all worth it.

Enough for now, I can't even be bothered to reread all this to edit it, so if you've made it so far I salute you for your patience and persistence, and I urge you to log off and rethink what else you could have used the past 10 minutes for that would have given you far greater satisfaction, like poking yourself with needles or doing the dishes.

-Jesper