A Reflection on my Participation in a Creative Group

"What is this?" you might ask, upon reading the title of this blog. "A completely unimaginative and blatant attempt to ensure that a certain criteria of a certain assignment task is met?" you then ponder. "Not at all!" I would respond with gusto.

Actually, that's a lie. This post is indeed a completely unimaginative and blatant attempt to ensure that a certain criteria of a certain assignment is met. "But surely," you reason, "it is possible and indeed desirable to present such criteria-meeting content in a manner that appears more intellectual, more creative, and decidedly less obvious!"

"Au contrare!" I challenge...which is simply the beginnings of another lie; of course it's bloody possible. The realm of possibility is exceedingly generous, all thing considered: it is (or at least was) possible that at this stage of the semester I would be on top of my work; it's possible that I will be (hopefully soon) inundated with creatively brilliant ideas for blogs, and it's possible that future blogs will not start with a couple of hundred words of rambling crap. Indeed, I get along quite well with possibility; it's the realm of actuality that has proverbially left me up a certain proverbial creek without a certain proverbial paddle.

It is about at this point that logic returns from lunch, ambles over to watch proceedings and idly points out, in an irritatingly superior sardonic drawl: "For a completely unimaginative and blatant attempt to ensure that a certain criteria of a certain assignment task is met, he has yet to mention so much as a passing syllable relevant to said criteria."

"Shit!" you say "He's right" (for logic is always male).
"Shit!" I say "He's right" (for logic is always male). "Unless," I counter, with renewed hope, "the very content contained herein is both the participation in a creative group, and the reflection on said participation!"

"Hmm," you consider. "He has a point there. The criteria in question doesn't specify a particular creative group to reflect on."

"Bah!" Logic derides with an air of arrogance, "One cannot participate in a group populated solely by aspects of one's own mind. Indeed, we are not independent participants of a creative group; there is no group, only a clearly insane author!"

The veritable onslaught of logic slowly pulls you back to your original view of the post: that it is nothing more than an irrelevant farce of a post.

"But surely," I conclude, "by virtue of reaching this point of the post, you have indeed participated in my creative group. Indeed, my imagined personas have found physical embodiment in your participation, and thus are made real. By your own very actions, by reading to this point of my blog, you have allowed it to transcend idle musing and become a relevant post, evidence of a creative group of which we are both participants."

You falter, pause. "Surely not," you disagree. "Logically... It makes no sense, it is not possible!"

Logically, perhaps. But of course, logic is always male, and thus is likely wrong. And even more likely not to admit it...