Test Drive

Okay, so I've come this far, might as well go the whole nine, right?

What the hell am I doing? Do I honestly think I'm THIS important to deserve my own shrine for my thoughts? Where others can see just how stupid I really am?

UGH!

Well, too late to back out now.

So, why am I doing this? Mostly for myself, to fuel my delusions of grandeur. That I may someday be the new Ellis or King, where people will read my little ditties and comment on how insightful I am.

But does it really matter?

My comments are about my world, not yours. We all live in our own space, our own perceptions of reality,governed by rules we've created, foundations that allow us to live our lives as we see fit. So, does what I say about anything really matter to you? My world. My rules. YOUR world. YOUR rules.

I've learned all too often that sometimes we just need the hear our own voices. Diaries, journals, blogs, it's all the same. We just need to think openly, but we're being more honest about it now, admitting that no matter how secret we try to be, we really want to express them to someone, anyone. Because, what's the point otherwise? Sure, we say we don't want others to know our secrets, but then we tell someone knowing that it'll spread. It's a lesson we all learned in highschool.

Hey, but maybe that's just me. Like I wrote earlier, MY world. And here, we all want to be heard by someone.