I told a gentleman I know, B, that I had started my own blog on impulse last night. He couldn’t understand why somone would feel the urge to share with the faceless masses… and how it made any sense to use it as a tool to communicate with friends. Why not pick up a phone and call? And, he helpfully pointed out, do I really want future employers to read about my feelings on Busta? He has a point on the latter. I do find this fun however… so easy, a record of my thoughts, and a way to keep connected with folks who might want to catch up with me at their leisure… say, at 2am when they can’t sleep and are looking for a distraction. And, did I mention my page was viewed 6 times today? Not bad, considering I only sent one person to it. It feels kind of good… like naked sunbathing, when there is just a chance you will be seen.
