re-gifting Charles Dickens.

This being Christmas break, and thus this being the time of year when i have the most time to post things under the pseudonym "thewelfareblogger", many of you (although that may only be three of you) could possibly be wondering why in the world nothing has been posted by me of late. Granted, i just assumed many things, not the least of which is the assumption that anyone has actually noticed i haven't posted anything.

The fact remains that i have actually been writing a great deal, just not on this blog. i have done quite a lot of writing for individuals, which i enjoy more than any other type of writing. Since this blog is never really for an individual, it has, to a certain extent, taken the back seat so far over this period of time of having time. This is not to say i haven't thought about many things which i would like to say to "the public in general", which includes you, dear reader, because i have thought a great deal about you. i have thought very much about the subject of gift-giving. i have also devoted much time to thinking about family. i have pondered friends and their respective dynamic relationships. i've thought of football and basketball, but mostly basketball. It's actually because i've been thinking so much that i haven't posted anything. i simply have no idea where to start, and i'm afraid i still don't have an idea, although i had hoped that by this time some clarification would have arisen. i do, however, have an excerpt that i'd like to share from a book i'm reading by Charles Dickens which goes by the name Great Expectations.

"Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as i may say, and one man's a blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith. Divisions among such must come, and must be met as they come. If there's been any fault at all today, it's mine. You and me is not two figures to be together in London; nor yet anywheres else but what is private, and beknown, and understood among friends. It ain't that I'm proud, but that I want to be right, as you shall never see me no more in these clothes. I'm wrong in these clothes. I'm wrong out of the forge, the kitchen, or off the marshes. You won't find half so much fault in me if you think of me in my forge dress, with my hammer in my hand, or even my pipe. You won't find half so much fault in me if, supposing as you should ever wish to see me, you come and put your head in at the forge window and see Joe the blacksmith, there, at the old anvil, in the old burnt apron, sticking to the old work. I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so God bless you, dear old Pip, old chap. God bless you!"

If you haven't read the book, that may make no sense to you, but i daresay that even without having read it, you might just see a great statement about friendship and family and relationships and alot of things i've been thinking about. See, although i don't know where to start as far as saying original things, i will at least let Mr. Dickens do some communicating for me.