Where's My Waldo?

I feel like this blog has to come with a few explanations:

1.  This has absolutely nothing to do with Where's Waldo, sorry to disappoint.
2. "Waldo" is a metaphor (for whatever it is I'm seeking in life at any given moment).  And the harder you look for it, the harder it is to find.
3.  The name came about when a friend and I were searching for someone in a crowd.  We realized it was like a giant, real-life game of Where's Waldo and when I couldn't find Waldo, I was really disappointed.  That made me think of the disappointment when you go through life searching for something, maybe it's just too specific and impossible to find or maybe you weren't supposed to find it, or maybe it's meaningless that you didn't find it. Whatever the case may be not finding Waldo, in the end, sucks.

That being said, today's Waldo is: commitment.

This is my 8th blog in a little over a year.  As much as I'd like to say it's because I'm full of so many great ideas that they just keep going and going...this is not the case.  Nope, really it's just because I can not, under any circumstance, finish what I've started.  In any aspect of my life.  But, I'd like to think of this one as different.  8 is my favorite number, so what more of a reason do I need to stick with something? 

Let me also make it clear that I'm not making any reference to me being a commitmentphobe when it comes to relationships.  While this may have particles of truth in it, it's not what I'm trying to get at.  I mean, not to make it seem like I'm grasping at straws here to make anything relate to the anti-commitment thing I'm getting across, but even as I'm writing this I'm starting to think this may not be too good of a topic to write a whole blog entry about.  There are so many other unrelated things I want to say, like how I also have a pattern of pushing away what's good in my life.  I find something that fits, that works, that's natural and what do I do?  Run the fuck away.  I don't know why.  I'm rambling, I've been out of practice of this writing thing for awhile being that the only thing I've written the past half of a year is rhetorical analysis and criticisms, which unfortunately for my life's plan does not come in too handy while trying to tackle everyday life situations.  Or maybe it does?  I could give you a reason why it does, but that would lead to more rambling, which at this point really needs to come to an end.

Be back later.