"What a stupid idea!" I hear my voice resonate in my head as I knocked the idea of having a weblog. "Me? Blog?? Forget about it.. What a stupid word 'blog' is!" The idea that other people could have access to my thoughts on issues — issues that make me happy, those that make me angry, those that leave me apathetic and others that make me go "whoa!" — was a little scary.
I wasn't an exhibitionist after all.
I had no desire to make a scene and a hue and a cry of my views. Or did I?
It's now been around two years that I've had this blog knocking around — not particularly long, one may argue. But damn!! This inanimate little excuse for a journal has seen a shitload in its time.
Around four facelifts
Tributes to cricket/cinema/music/Will Smith
Sarcastic and sneering attacks at a whole variety of targets
Peanut butter Jelly time! Peanut butter Jelly time!
Pure unadulterated "can't eat, can't sleep, World Series sorta thing" elation
Bitter crushing heartbreak
A variety of cyber pets (two to be precise, but what the hell)
And as of today, 50 posts...
Not much, I know. But each one of those 50 was churned out with a chunk of me torn out from within and deposited in the words. I have never felt the need to blog for blogging's sake. It's always been about scratching an itch. If something itches me, I'll metaphorically scratch the living bejeezus out of it on The View. That's how it's always been. That's how it will always be.
Well done for surviving 50.
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