journals

I was cleaning out my closets this weekend (I'm sorry momma). You never know what amazing treasure, or stunning pieces of crap, you will find. Stuff that you amassed over the years from trips, as gifts, or plain old things you stole from your neighbor's trash at 3 a.m. on a Sunday.

I found a journal that I had written while I was in college. Talk about memories. Talk about what the fuck was I thinking? I must have been drunk for most of those entries. Then I was hit by a bolt of lightining. I am doing a journal again. Right here, as you read, I am doing a journal. Only this time, something is different. I am trying to entertain people here. In the paper journal, I wrote my thoughts and feelings on deep events and occurrences. I would bare my soul on a piece of paper, knowing that in the years to come, I would be the only one to read it.

This blog is similar but not quite. I certainly am writing thoughts and feelings down, but I am not necessarily sharing the deep stuff. Not unless I think it will entertain my readers (do I have readers?) or advance the blog.

Years from now, I may still be writing, or maybe I will have put this blog in the internet closet. More years later, I will Google myself and probably find this blog and laugh. Then I will put on my mind helmet and broadcast my thoughts to people directly. Hmmm.