I've heard about these blogs. It always seemed kind of silly to me. "Why not just a journal," I'd ask. Who in the hell wants their private thoughts out there for the entire world to see? Sounds dangerous to me...after all, if thoughts were deeds I'd be in prison for life!
And yet, the thought of having someone else privy to my deepest thoughts and fears, possibly sympathizing, possibly thinking, "why didn't she try this instead"....well, that's a heady thought. I love input from the outside. Let's try it, I'm thinking.
I'm telling myself that this is a journey of the soul. A way to open myself up to the Cosmic Guidance Counselor. A way to grow into a better, more available, less angry being who can advance to a higher life form the next time around. Whatever.
Or, maybe, it is simply a way to puke up all these emotions that threaten to choke the breath from me. Maybe this will allow me to dump all the emotional baggage that builds up day after day as I sit out here in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing, seeing no one. Maybe it will develop into a way to escape the solitude that threatens to suffocate me.
Why would anyone want to read that? Hell, I don't even want to read it and its my life!
