Must I Write?

I’ve been sitting hear for the last twenty minutes trying to think of something interesting to write. It’s really a rather stupid thing for me to be doing. The whole point of this blog was to create an outlet for when i wanted to right, instead of just scribbling things down on the back of a book, or typing things up to be lost in the depths of my computer filing system. The point was not to create an obligation for my self to constantly come up content. And yet now i fell my self bound by just such an obligation. Once again this is rather stupid. In reality no such obligation exists, there are no deadliness to meet, no one hanging on with bated breath to read my next magnificent post. In fact, I only have evidence of four of five people ever reading my blog, and the majority of those were friends from uni (actually that gets rather awkward when you right about them).

So why do feel that I’m obliged to blog, when I know that in reality I’m not? I think it stems from the fact that I have been receiving comments to my last few posts. I’ve found that I rather like getting comments. It creates a sense that my random thoughts and little rants have been somehow validated. I guess it’s the feeling that someone approves of what I have to say, and since this is blog is really a study of what’s going on in my head, that has been approved of as well. Ofcause thinking all this through and putting it on papper I do realise just how illogical this is. No matter what you have to say, somewhere in the vast reaches of the Internet you are bound to find someone who agrees with you. But deep down, when it comes to ones innermost thoughts, logic is rather irrelevant.

So, it appears I’ve found something worth while to write about after all. There’s irony for you.

~ by romalucky13 on December 9, 2007.