A Blog a Few Years Back...

I was looking at my tabulas account. There are many funny anecdotes there, so, I plan to put some of them here. This one, well, isn't funny, but I like it anyway. A post about blogs.

 

Good morning world!!! He he he, yeah, I just woke up. The early afternoons are my mornings. Insomnia will be the end of me, I think... or coffee... or chocolates... whatever.

So, it's MY morning... and what did I have for breakfast??? Pistachio ice cream!!! Ha ha ha!!! My tummy's rumbling like CRAZY right now.

Anyway... yeah, I've been like this since I hit puberty... I have trouble sleeping. I really don't know why, but I'm guessing it's psychological (but I'm hoping it's not). Well, if it is, and I turned into some nut-case, so what? I bet it has something to do with what I am right now as well... a complete and total BUM!!!

Anyway... I just noticed something about BLOGS everywhere. It's seems like the greatest among all anecdotes I've been reading is either the funny ones, or the ones talking about depression, death, anger, or anything negative. And I notice this also amongst artsy-fartsy people(GUILTY!!!). Why is it that we tend to be the gloomy people we are... always wearing black(although I'm done with that), smoking like hell(done with that too), and sometimes very high strung when it comes to our emotions(or the complete opposite of it)?

Back to the blogs. Just last night, I was reading the blogs of a friend, and it dawned to me that when you see this person in the flesh, you wouldn't quite see in her persona the words she wrote in her page. When you see her in person, she's this witty, perky, fashion-sensed, fun person. But when you read her anecdotes, it's like you're reading some psycho-freak's diary... it's almost scary!!! It's like I'm surfing the darkest, inner most recesses of her brain!

But then again... I guess it's better to just write down your darkest self than actually live it. I think it's not really fooling yourself, it's just trying to put yourself out of harm of being THAT kind of person. Dark-aurad people are usually cast down on the social ladder, laughed upon, are not understood (because that's what they actually want to happen). I'd rather understand the person who's writing about it but showing something else outside, than try to understand a person who doesn't want to be understood. I guess jotting down your dark side makes other people see that there is more to that perky, happy, person you're emulating on the outside. It's what balances them out. And it what balances me out as well.

Thank God for blogs!!!