So what are you doing here anyway?What started about ten months ago in a fit of boredom sitting in a computer lab with nothing better to do than write about typewriters has mutated into some sort of sick desire to have the world (or those few, unfortunate souls who happen to wander through here) know all about the inner workings of my life. It's become for me, at times a release, at others, almost a responsibility. Not that there's really anyone to be responsible to.
Somewhere, deep (or not so deep for that matter) in me is a desire to be heard. But who am I reaching out to? I've receive a few notes regarding my writings. Am I doing it for you? For the reader. Chances are that I already know you. Is it for myself? Am I putting my thoughts, my feelings, my life out there to make myself feel better? Or to make others understand?
Or perhaps it's just the desire to be noticed. I read through other pages with envy. Hit counter envy perhaps. Shallow as it seems. I think it just makes me feel good knowing that there is the possibility that someone, somewhere will be bouncing around this big, silly web one night (or morning) and will stumble upon these pages and I will, just for a moment, have their undivided attention.
There's a discussion of the internet as a medium and and all the crap that's been spilled all over it buried somewhere in all of this early morning drivel, but I'll save it for later.
Just to keep them coming back...
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