Pay no attention. I'm just another nobody, yammering about inane things. I enjoy blogging for the typing. I enjoy writing for the movements of a pen[cil]. I am no great mind.

Sunday, November 16

Anon

So, I've created a blog. I feel like a poser, but I did blog before and was rather proud of my writings. Never mind that they were quite amateurish, I was glad to spin them out. I've created one again after having destroy the previous. I miss my Xanga blog most. Ah well. So yes, a blog, I do have desire to write and create, however useless, I'm just hesitant to share with others. Be they friend or family. I want to write whatever I feel. Sexual content, political, dream, whatever random thing comes to mind and while not all of it will be secretive in nature, I desire privacy this time. Prior blogging experiments (yes, i suppose that's what they were) were created while I was in college, all semester and half of it. So I had nothing to lose, so to speak. Now, I have friends and family that I really respect and wish to honor. I don't want them to hear/read all things I spout. That sounds weird even to me. I like to be open, tell honest truths, even to the point of hurting feeling (unintentional) and getting myself into trouble.

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