But no. I am quite done with that thankyouverymuch. I hate the thought of strangers reading my entries and judging me purely based on that. I'd very much hate for people to read what I write, especially the negative entries, and define me within those parameters. I hate people telling me to "relax" or "take it easy" as though their saying that will magically make everything well again. Saying that probably makes me sound cranky, but you know it's true! Those are just weak placatory words used for the sake of putting your two cents in, no?
That said, I don't know exactly who reads what I write, and neither do I have any control over it. What I have control over, however, is what I decide to include when I hit 'Publish'.
Yet, I don't think I could give up blogging. For now at least. I suppose it does serve as a suitable medium for self-indulgent ranting.
Going off on a tangent here, but I quite dislike the word 'blog' and its variations (i.e. 'blogger', 'blogging', etc). I don't like the way it sounds or the way it looks. Could quite possibly be because it's discussed so rampantly now, that the word itself has become such a tired cliche.
But it's an ugly word to begin with.
Don't mind me. I'm just idiosyncratic.
On another note (oh, I am too good at digressing), I had a totally dumb moment today. My right shift key has been pretty screwy recently - hence prompting the whole 'which shift key do you use' issue - and I decided to bring it down to the Apple store today. So the guy starts trying it out, typing haphazardly while occasionally pressing the shift key.
"It seems to be working fine", he says, while he shows me that it indeed is. I start to get abit embarrassed, and try it out for myself. It works.
"Uhh, but sometimes it doesn't work when I use it. Is there anyway you can check it for sure?" (PLEASE let there be SOMETHING wrong!)
He tries typing again. With a slightly quizzical tone, he says, "Uh, it seems alright."
"Oh. *nervous laugh* uhhh okay, it's uh, okay then!" I scramble to shut down my laptop and scuttle out of the store in absolute mortification.
Oh you scheming, embarrassment of a laptop.
Audioslave - The Last Remaining Light