I considered using these cyber mediums of desahogo for revealing extremely powerful information, information with the kind of power that can turn my social world on its lobe. Not that the size of my social world is in any way comparable to the size of a human, but still. I considered it, for less than a split second.
That would've been crazy.
I started this shit thanks to reading my peers' blogs...because I found them interesting. They gave me a chance to peer inside their lives without a filter, without an obstruction. It is information they willfully put out to the masses...no alterations made according to specific people who might come across it. It's a good view.
I constantly think whether or not I should just delete this whole mess. I feel like very few people privately write down their thoughts and opinions, even fewer who do it for virtually anyone to read. The rest of the world lives their lives only in their minds. No pen and paper necessary, no functioning keyboard....no internet to let it all out. What's better? Hmm. Does this honestly help? Does writing down that Billy never returned my call and I am therefore feeling bummed help pacify the situation even slightly? Probably not. If anything it just exacerbates everything because writing about a problem emphasizes it even more....maybe it wasn't even a problem until you wrote about it....until you took the time to think about it eloquently enough to impress your friends...and then typed it up. Ahhh luckily I don't make my problems anyone else's...not that I have any problems...everything is peachy keen! No, really.
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