Not that I am George Lucas or anything. Just that I can empathise with the pressure he's under. Now I'm not saying that billions of people will read this blog and wait for years in fretful anticipation of the next instalment and then shout at me when I do it "wrong". Of course not. But I've had a request, for the first time ever the task of writing has been placed upon me by someone other than a teacher or lecturer and I can feel some small fraction - perhaps a trillionth - of what George Lucas feels every day.
It is said that observation changes the nature of the thing which is observed and that is certainly true. Just look at my first entry in this blog, which I wasn't expecting to ever show to anyone. It is quite different to say the fifteenth one I did when I knew I had a readership, however small, and both are different to the first blog I wrote on another site, way back last summer and which I never intend anyone to read ever because it really is the most pointless bit of drivel in history. I say that a lot about my writing, but trust me this time I could not be more right. The point is, I'm different depending on who's reading and why. Therefore, when I write the rest of this post, I'm going to be getting that under the microscope feeling somewhat more than usual. And thus, this might not be my most sincere entry, although I'll do my best to stay true to what the fans want. And so, without further ado, Good Friends Episode III, Revenge of the Sith. (Episodes I and II).
Imp.
Based on your football team, of course, your name has been one thing holding up your segment of this mini-series. I really couldn't think of anything better but now you've forced my hand I'll just have to go with it.
Another reason why this has taken so long is that you are an enigma to me. We hang out a lot, largely because we both enjoy the atmosphere of the chaplaincy lounge so even if we weren't friends we'd still see a lot of each other. But despite this I feel like I don't really know you that well and things I do know baffle me. You're a good laugh and never afraid to make a wise crack. Your taste in music is largely tolerable and you're a football fan so it's easy to be around you. But on the other hand, your humour is not always to my tastes, most of the gigs you have been to would make me want to kill myself and our footballing philosophies differ wildly. We are at once so similar and so different and so we probably won't ever be best friends but you definitely have been a big part of my university experience.
In truth I still don't know what to make of you. I'm glad we're friends and I like you, but it seems there's a lot more to you than the man I know and I don't know how much of the unknown stuff about you I would want to find out. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, although I see how you could feel a little unsure about it. I guess the moral is be careful what you wish for. Many people waited a lifetime for the conclusion of the Star Wars franchise and they were left unsure as to whether it had been worth it, and I guess you might be feeling a little similarly about this.
If it makes you feel any better, you do get this blog entry to yourself.
Arrivederci.
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