whiskey o'clock OR pondering on diary writing
Mood: relaxed in a tense kinda way
Listening to: jazz
When I was 14 I read 'the diary of Anne Frank'.
It moved me greatly and that is when I decided to record my days. It is a touch sad that I spent most of my time writing the typical teenage angst that many do. I only ever turned to my diary when I was upset or in the 'victiming' mode of thinking.
It was a reason why I began this online one. I was sad and looking for a place that could be 'all about me' (just like when I was a teenager)
I have realised that this is now a place where I record lots of things, not just the tragedies of my life. Thats good. I am pleased. I mean to say that I realise that this is still 'all about me'. But this is the only place that I can be 'all about me'. I can't give myself that luxury in the real world. So this virtual world is an indulgence.
But, I guess I like it like that. I am not sure what need it fills. But it does it any way. A pastiche of my soul (the unusual, the mundane and the ridiculous)
Why do you blog?

To some extent my blog is my soapbox - if there's something I'm concerned about, I can have my say about it and hope the right kind of people hear, which is everybody else... ideas circulate - it's a way of trying to influence the world. At the same time I don't like to force my ideas on anybody, which is probably why I've stayed away from political debate. A couple of times I've seen other bloggers claim 'a personal blog is a political blog', which is much my view.
I cannot really explain it, but the older I get (and that is pretty old), the more driven I feel to understand, to gain some sort of enlightenment, in a Buddhist sort of way; not technological knowledge, but a sort of living working philosophy, where all creation and its actions fit neatly into an all encompassing natural order which I am comvinced exists.
I suppose my god is Mother Nature (yes, a feminine deity), who is all powerful, but invariably lets nature take its course, whether that be hurricanes, wars, cancer, or even what causes a stick of chalk to break or a hen to cluck. I cannot change the world, but I would like to understand it. My blog is PART of my conversation with the world, and some very enlightened people respond.