I sit here now in my dark room, cracking open this blog to take my first crack at blogging. Maybe I was inspired by fellow bloggers, myspacers, xangers, or whatever fake noun used today for someone who post their personal thoughts online. I was always a person who looked down on this practice, the thought of people I know and total strangers having a glimpse into my mind was frightful.
What's so frightful about myself you ask? I'm not sure but I have a feeling that I may not be normal, but in reality I know I'm a very normal person. I don't excel at anything nor am I a complete failure at life (well this is still pending...). But I'm afraid that people who know me will be repelled by me. My friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, etc who all see my many faces, my many personas. But I don't know which of these characters are really me... maybe the quiet guy who is nice to people, the die-hard sport junkie, the nerd that likes sci-fi (even as I wrote that I felt a bit embarrassed), the playboy who is still looking, or the post-collegian who still at times drinks and parties hard. Maybe I'm all of the above, like every other person who doesn't have direction in life. So in mist of this confusion, why would I dare share this state of bewilderment with people I do not know, even worst people I may know. With all these uneasiness I still write this blog, why?
After some blog stalking, reading about people's vacations, their daily life, their regrets, their passions, I've come to the conclusion that blogging keeps you sane. An individual, who especially can't unload these thoughts everyday, will go mad. No one will probably read this, except for myself but I still don't care. I need to get this out and I'm glad that I can. Under an alias that will keep me secret for the time being. But I welcome this new world to myself.... the blogging world. =P
