Bedtime
Thought time
Last glass of water time
Thought time.
Mostly at this point at night, I don't get much done. I should be in bed, but when I ask myself "What am I doing awake?" The answer is "I'm thinking." And at this point, sometimes thinking just trumps sleep. Not because I really want it to, it just happens.
I have a written history, not a educational history book, no newspaper article, no famous accomplishment, just blogging. But why?
Why do I do it? Who do I do it for? Myself? others? Would I want people to read my blog? Do I check my statistics to see who my audience is or how they happened upon my blog? Do I add pictures because it gives me a good feeling? Or to share? Do I actually feel a release of emotions when I write? Is there a difference in my writing online vs. on paper? Do I write for posterity's sake? or for a cataloged history of events in my life? Why don't I tell people about my blog? Do I have an inferiority complex? or too much pride? Do I feel like they will know too much about me? If so I could just write less personal things? Do I take pride in my writing? or is it pride in my thoughts? Do I care about people knowing my emotions? or the fact that I have emotions?
I stay awake at night thinking.
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