You know, I am not sure why I am even doing this. I don't even write in my journal hardly ever so what the hell is this? Anyway, maybe its just another worldly orifice for me to belch my thoughts. I used to put my journal on the coffee table. It was an attempt in college to be candid and real and absolute. It allowed me fewer hypocrisies as I would be accountable to the truth in my writings with the opportunities for people to see them. While it worked in its attempt to hone my ability to practice genuineness, I also found this out: No one read my journal. I even invited them to for the sake of feeling like I was really putting myself out there and not just pretending, but I guess people are people. Even on invitation they will stand you up for the sake of respecting a privacy that is ultimately disrespected by their lack of zeal. Oh well. Till we have faces.
That being said, who the hell is going to care about this blog? I have no answers.
