Why I write
Judging by the fact that I have written four posts and received zero comments in 2007, one might conclude that no one reads this blog. In actuality, I think I have had one reader that didn't comment. One might conclude that writing the blog is a silly endeavor if hardly anyone reads it. One is stupid. Fuck you, one.
If anything, I write this more for myself than for anyone else. Most of my friends find it too troublesome to read regularly; others will occasionally visit and read all the posts that I've written since they last visited. Importantly, it has occurred to me that if you want to know who I really am- what I believe, what I think about, what I feel strongly about- you have to either read this blog or have extended conversations with me. My parents, for instance, don't know much about what I write about. I don't hide my convictions, it's just not something that comes up often when I'm living with them.
Writing in this blog has several advantages, I find. For one thing, it documents my thoughts over time- like a journal, only I never kept a journal and find a blog better. For another, writing so that others will read means I have to organize my thoughts more clearly. Finally, it means you can read it. Yes, you.