Ok, I’ve given up! I noticed that my life in its entirety fell downhill as soon as I deleted all my blog posts. This must be a sign of something. So, hey, JB! If you’re reading this then, hi! Because it really does not matter anymore. Whether or not someone cares to search for my blog is quite different than me letting all of my friends know that I’ve been writing about things they would love it know about.
It seems like I need to be spending a large portion of my day writing down my thoughts for others to likely read. Otherwise, I’ll be overwhelmed with too much of myself. The reason why I now know this is because I have strenuously tried to make up for my lack of blogging with conversation and it just didn’t seem to work out.
a. Many of the things I would like to speak about would either make my friends uncomfortable or hurt them in some way and
b. My friends just don’t have the time to listen to everything I have to say
c. Letting someone know almost everything about your intimate thoughts makes one predictable and boring, which I am not
It also has come to my attention that I must indeed keep records of not only my findings in this world but my reflections of it so that I may use them later in life. I am in no way doubting my substantial memory but I know that I can’t expect myself to remember everything that I would like to. Especially when so many outstanding and surprising events happen in my everyday life.
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