Inaugural Entry

Before I begin this blog entry, I'd like to take the time to thank all the mothers out there. It is Mother's Day, after all. Mother's Day is, in this writer's opinion, one of the more relevant and necessary holidays that we keep throughout the year. As all the trappings of every superfluous reason people have for celebrating some of these other holidays fades, a mother sits in the background constantly worrying her wrinkly little face off in an effort to support and protect her children.

My mother did her best to ensure, to the point of unbelievable sacrifice, that my siblings and I were provided for, and that the choices we made with our lives would lead to what she thought to be a good life. She was as careful as she could to foster our individual growth, and tried to cater her guidance according to what she believed would best benefit us due to our differences. Sure there were hard times, but in spite of her failures as a mother, and in recognition of her many successes as a mother, I have nothing but respect, love, and devotion for her. My mother will always hold a very special place in my heart that no force will be able to tear away. I'm eternally thankful to have been given life under her wing. For those of you who haven't yet ensured that your mother knows she's loved and appreciated, do it before it's too late.

That being said, stop being so damn overbearing all the time, Mom. Give it a rest, please, and stop driving me crazy. :)

Now that the obligatory Mother's Day blurb is out of the way...

Some – hopefully all – of you may have noticed the gigantoid word gracing the top of this blog page. Contemplacency. Yes, I made it up... though the term isn't entirely arbitrary. I've stayed true to the official trend of word-creating, and made my word out of two words that already exist: Contemplation and Complacency. Contemplation + Complacency = Contemplacency.

For those who need the root terms defined, I'll save you the trouble of finger-clicking your way through an online dictionary (or flipping through a traditional paper dictionary – bravo if you have one of those, by the way).
According to Merriam-Webster's dictionary, "Contemplation" is defined as an act of considering with attention.
"Complacency" is defined as self-satisfaction, especially when accompanied by unawareness of actual dangers or deficiencies.

Now, why would anyone want to string these two seemingly unrelated words together? What unifying concept could they create? Good questions, my friends. I know you're absolutely trembling with anticipation to find out... :P Well, I have four words that will make you spin with joy: "I have an answer".

I believe that regular brain-flexing is necessary to keep one's mind sharp. The moment a person becomes too comfortable with the way things are and stops evaluating their environment, they take the first step into the festering pool of sweaty, lazy eyed, drool-caked, mentally obese oblivion. If you can imagine an 800 lb. dude struggling to roll over, that situation could be the physical equivalent to the non-thinker's state of mind when faced with the now insurmountable task of thinking abstractly. A person who has been reduced to this state of mind has fallen into a state of contemplacency, no longer contemplating things, complacent with a sense of security that will only betray them in the end.

Contemplacency is a bad thing.

Contemplacency is also my fucking home.

I trap myself all too often by giving into the temptation to shut off my mind, and only when I feel my limp brain-noodles flopping around aimlessly in my skull and my entire head feels as if it's covered in a 6-inch layer of chloroform do I kick myself in the ass and begin to make the steep climb out of my thoughtless abyss. This blog is an attempt at helping myself claw up and out of the intermittent pits of slimy mental funk that I seem to get myself into all too often.

Want to come along for the ride? You're more than welcome.