I don't know what I think about blogging. A huge part of me thinks that the whole practice is wildly narcissistic. How self consumed does someone have to be to truly believe that millions of strangers actually care and take the time to read about their ramblings? I'm not that pretentious by any means. If anything I'm on the self-deprocating end of the spectrum. As of late though I've been keeping a hand written journal and figured that a blog can provide the same catharsis without the hand cramps and the hand writing of a pit bull writing lefty.
Over the past year I've become a twitter/blogger widow. My husband has become more interested in the lives of complete strangers than in mine. Perhaps if I become a nameless, faceless internet entity he will come to know what goes on in my head. Perhaps the blog will help me to articulate my thoughts in a way that he will understand and appreciate. So I've come to the dark side looking for that proverbial outlet and maybe to build a marriage lost to cyberspace. Like I said, I do this for me. If people out there read it, cool. If anyone out there is entertained, amused, or just slightly intrigued, even better. It's late now and I think I'll call it a night. The cat is giving me a dirty look and I just don't think I can wait for the husband to finish working. More about what I do and my efforts to have it all and be all things to all people next time. Good night world.
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