Writing to nobody
What is a “blog” without an audience? It is a sappy journal filled with the experiences of an individual who will never be discovered. If one was to even call whatever I do a “blog”…
I write about myself because what I lack in ego and self-esteem, I make up for in the interesting people I surround myself with. Although I may be odd, cheesy, and naive, I have a real talent for attracting people who are genuine and won’t waste my time.
I’ve been told that I am intimidating. I’ve been told that my silence and my goal-oriented personality are not always the most welcoming. For this reason, people who would waste my time with nonsense do not approach me. Those who are interested in impassivity, do.
It’s possible that I write to them. The people who fane interest in my life could be curious enough or nosy enough to find this page, but that is doubtful.
I could be writing to the curious person who wanted to know if a person with my name could really even be that interesting.
I could be writing to a young person trying to navigate the world and has happened upon this platform which I use to gripe and share my art.
I don’t really know who I am writing to, but, whoever you are, thanks for being here. There’s not much else to say other than that. Your internet browser has somehow lead you to me and for that, I can say sorry, but I won’t. I’ll just say welcome to the madhouse. Stay a while?
