I didn’t realize that people would start reading this blog. Stupid I know…after all I’m putting this out into cyberspace where anyone can find it. But, still, I didn’t think that anyone would take the time to read what I had to say. Who am I, and why would anyone be interested?
Then maybe you can imagine my surprise when my parents told me on Saturday that they were referred to my blog and had read it. Shit, what did I say? Did I swear too much? Did I tell some deep, dark family secret that would have them disown me?
Nah. But I am caught a little off guard by the comments (both written and verbal) from people that are reading. I am glad that you are finding what I have to say both insightful and entertaining.
The reason I started writing this blog is because I have always found writing to be cathartic. For years, I’ve taken to journaling when I am under stress or sad, and this event hit both emotions. But I also needed some place to vent a bit. Sometimes I’m just angry at the situation, at people, at life in general. This seemed like a fairly annonymous place for me to dump all that frustration and anger. So much for annonymous.
I’m glad you are all reading, don’t stop. I’d wonder what I said to scare you away.
