On Writing and Thoughts

I really want this post to have a message, a purpose- an underlying theme which seeps through every paragraph and concludes nicely at the end. Every morning on Radio 2 they have a thought for the day segment, where some religious leader comes in and gives a mini-sermon on 'love your neighbour' or 'communicate with your family' or whatnot, and it always starts with something seemingly unrelated, like 'I love [TV show / Food / Activity],' and then ties it all in. My minister-in-training friend Vicky does something similar in her sermons, where she's able to talk about something going on her own life and then tie it neatly into a Bible verse or a globalised phenomenon. I like the idea that once a week I could sit down to Write Something Important, and phrase it in such a way that any readers would spend the rest of the day going 'wow, I never realised before just how much x, y, and z," rather than sending me a Skype message pointing out that I misspelled globalised and also wrote the beginning of the 10th sentence down twice.
At the same time, though, I do enjoy reading (stalking? Never), my friend Lyn's blog, which is a little like a combination between my rambles, a yearly round robin Christmas letter, and a wedding-planner's diary with some cooking thrown in. So I don't know. I do keep this blog 90% for my own sake (without it, all of this would end up on FB, and god help us all if that ever happened), so maybe I shouldn't worry so much.

If we're sticking with writing with a message, though, let me tell you about my amazingly clever younger brother, who picked up his AS results today, and can no longer avoid the fact that he has to go on to take a degree in Philosophy. Our relationship has improved ten-fold since I went to University (although I imagine part of this coincides with him reaching the later half of his teens), and I still find it utterly amazing when we pass a car journey alternately plotting out surreal play parodies, discussing games (please don't judge me) and arguing about politics. But I digress. I went with him to pick up his results, and, well, going back to school was just weird. I'm so not a sixth form student any more. I'm not bitchy enough, I'm not flimsy enough- and I seem to be lacking in the leggings and pumps area. I stood around awkwardly while Josh chatted with his friends, and then went ahead with the whole nervous talking to old teachers thing. What is it about schools which make me act so clumsily and talk so stuntedly?

Words are sticking. There is no message to this, other than that I think too much.