You've Gotta Start Somewhere...

I've never blogged and I don't read blogs. I don't particularly like the idea of publishing my journals, I don't like the idea of sharing my thoughts and I don't want to add a link to my blog on facebook. But...with that said...isn't there something sort of interesting about someone stumbling on it? Like a family member finding your diary without having looked for it. Or finding your mothers old scrapbooks or journals from before you were born hidden in a bottom drawer with old binoculars and ponytails from first haircuts. If this fell into you lap, if you happened to find me without looking for me, than these words are open to you, and if you read the first line and pressed the little x on the right hand of your window thats ok too, because for one thing I have nothing particularly interesting to tell you and secondly, the things that are interesting in my life aren't about to pop up on a computer screen near you. It's creepy how much the internet knows about you without you wanting it too.

I'm really not as paranoid and horrible and cynical as this first entry might seem to be, defenses are up and my ability to communicate throughly stunted by the strangeness of writing this online. I'll get used to it. Bear with me and one day my words might leap out of the world of cliches and into some other more realistic, more difficult, slightly inspirational world that I am completely unprepared for.