I was interviewed, against my will mind you, about this incarnation of my life, today. Why is it there? You have your own? How often do you write? Are you afraid of the complete strangers that could be reading it?
Why anything? Blah. First, I hate talking to people I don’t know, so the jerks that made me do the interview (you know who you are) will suffer someday. Wait, I lie. I love those people for making me do the interview and I love them just because they are that spectacular. Enough of the gushy though, right? The real issue is why am I do doing this?
Short answer: because I want to. Seeing as how the short answer never really works for anyone, I think I’ll clarify that a bit. When I started this, It wasn’t my intention to share every facet of my life with the world, or allow any random individual spy on me. I wasn’t out looking to hook-up and I certainly wasn’t looking for a stalker. In actuality, I don’t really know what I was looking for, or what I wanted to do. Honestly, it was more of a feeling– I felt that I should have a place to share in this massive web of information.
This incarnation of my thoughts, wants, and desires has evolved over the months that I have been running it, updating it. I have gone from nervous first year, to angered youth, to love-trampled guy over and over, and yet, this has always been a constant. I don’t want to sound desperate, but this niche has always been here for me, and always will (in some manner.) I like to think that something I have to say might have some effect of someone too, but that may just be wishful thinking.
In general, I write to keep myself sane. I want to know that somehow, I can communicate to the world who I am, and what I believe in. I want the world to know me, and I want to know myself. So far, in my new car, I’ve driven a total of 6024 miles. That doesn’t even compare to the massive journey that this blog has taken and will take me, through my own future.