Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Who am I posting for anyway?
I don't know. It wierd, posting here, feeling as if I'm writing an article for a publication of some sort. This is supposed to be my personal online journal. I'm supposed to write what I want, when I want to. A box of memories to look back to when time has passed.Instead, there's this compulsion to post something just because I haven't done so for a day or two already. When I actually find something to say, I have to pause and reflect on what I'm saying. Because there are people visiting my weblog regularly, and they deserve something nice to read.
To those people who are reading regularly, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. I just needed to remember who I'm writing for. I just need to remember that I'm not writing for you to read something, I'm writing for me, to express what I'm feeling. And so I can look back months, years later.
I'm not sure entirely, but I might create an online journal only I can read. Aah, the convenience of journalling on a computer, with the added benefit of relative privacy. That could mean I would stop posting here, or at least not as frequently as before. Then again, perhaps not. Just a heads up, just in case.
