I have allowed myself to be so very harried lately, that I haven’t been reading or posting at all…not on my blog, nor on other people’s. I feel terrible about this.
Mr. S. wrote about reasons for blogging a few days ago. I guess that I blog to practice writing, to talk to myself (in what I hope will end up being a therapeutic way), and, now that my blog is occasionally read, to reach out to others, whether to entertain or otherwise. I don’t think that I am any more or less honest or open on the blog.
I have been slacking lately. It worries me a bit that I have become so noncommunicative. Worry wort that I am, I wonder if I am developing Alzheimer’s or something. No, probably no more than I am developing any other ailment. I am stressing of my own free will and it distracts me and makes my head spinningly empty.
I know this, just as I know all the little things I do that are not good for me physically, and yet I do them. Why is this? *sigh*
Do not think that you are not read. Sometimes I do not blog and do not comment. But I read.
Yah, what Theo said.
I’m always reading whether I comment or not :) But if I have nothing to add, I generally don’t comment. So, lately I don’t comment ;)
You guys are sweet. I didn’t mean to sound like I was whining about no one reading my blog. I was simply admitting to being less than famous. :) I’ve been feeling guilty about not commenting on the blogs of others lately, esp. when the entries are so thought provoking. :)