That I actually really hate blogging because unless I take a few hours out of my day to create some technicolor'd dream post, then I'm just sitting here sharing my inner thoughts. (Or updates on my life; which aren't even substantial enough to maintain an interesting twitter account).
I for one, love to think, so don't get me peg me for some writer's block type. Because when I get going, I go. Sometimes it doesn't make sense, but sometimes, it does.
However, once I've typed up my beautiful, though provoking and
structured (giant mess of sentences) blog post, I say to myself "Hey...there are some pretty good ideas there...I'm literally about to fling this possible-monetarily-valued, and intangible piece of pixels into anyone who so happens to fall or search upon it.
Yeah, that's too many people for me. So I just delete it (after I've copied it into word).
And I've noticed that I don't write how I speak but I write how I think. Which will make any thoughtful post the most intimate display of my soul, by the way.
Maybe I'll publish them in my memoirs.
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