Revelations over a Chai

Last night, while enjoying a chai and chocolate-chip cookie with my dear friend Amelia, I had a revelation. And, it wasn't even that I should put down the cookie or give the poor barista a break from brewing those wretched chai lattes.

Rather, I realised I have a serious problem with drafting. I don't mean the sort of drafting that dear Lucinda Strahan encourages all good Professional Writing students to undertake, either. I mean, I rarely send a text message without exiting, erasing and redrafting dozens of times. The 'Drafts' folder of my beloved HTC hit a startling 200 + messages.
Why is this so?
Well, apparently I think too much.
Many people close to me have tried to convince me of such at times, but I usually dispute their claims: I don't think too much, I just think before I act, speak and write. That is responsible, I argue. Unlike you silly boys that are tactless and stupid and silly and really should empathise more with others. (Hmph)
Well, after coming across my overloaded Draft section I realised that maybe their claims were something I should keep in mind (like there aren't already enough things floating around my mind, right?).
But, how do you think about not thinking so much? Doesn't that just defeat the purpose?
So, my solution: I will express all these 'thoughts' in writing. Perhaps then, I will get to 'know' my thoughts. Then, once recognising these thoughts I can redistribute these thoughts: I can throw away the silly ones, keep the ones I like and recycle the rest so that maybe they can return as something a little better in the future.
But, this posed another problem. Where to write about it? I thought well and hard, as usual, and came up with two possible outlets for my expression, in order of preference: diary or blog. As the diary is universally regarded as the place in which one may express one's deepest and most intimate 'thoughts' and feelings, this was the obvious choice. I scrounged around my bookshelf for a home-brand Moleskin that I'd purchased earlier this year and flipped open the first few pages. There was an entry! A full one at that. Pats on the back for Josie. Oh... wait. Why is there writing beneath the writing, in a grey yet faded shade? I snapped the book shut. Apparently I can't even express my 'deepest and most intimate thoughts and feelings' in pen. Instead, I wrote it in a trusty 2B grey-lead. And I rubbed most of it out. Disgraceful!
Furious at the fact that I apparently lack any sense of creativity or value for my own expression, I grabbed my laptop in search of the other alternative. And then I remembered that I'd already started a blog. As I should, considering I'm studying media and journalism (and PR, but we don't like to dwell on that).
But I couldn't remember what website it was with, nor any usernames or passwords or anything else worthwhile. Then, as I searched my history, it started coming back to me that I've started a number of blogs. The compulsory one for Professional Writing (Pebble Pad sucks, that's all), a Tumblr, and this one. Wow, great initiative Jose. Well done, starting your own blog. Practice writing, find your voice, gain a following, woooo. Pity nobody knows about any of them. And, pity that there are FIVE UN-POSTED, HALF WRITTEN DRAFTS!!!
So, now I'm going to bite the bullet. I hereby declare that this blog will be my blog. Yes it will yes it will. And I'm going to punish my past-self by publishing some unpublished 'drafts' from either my Tumblr or my drafts section of this blog.
Back to the subject of Chai lattés and revelations, Amelia and I also discovered that not only does the Chai serves as a delicious metaphor for many things. I hereby declare, again, that I will discuss this matter in a future post. And no, I will not draft. Even though Lucinda says that I should draft. I will not. Okay, maybe I will. Purely for the sakes of my 'readers' (ha), and to uphold the proper use of the English language. But I will publish! Because I need to stop thinking and start doing stuff. Yeah.