Stetting alone and retreating unsociably inside myself, generating words gathered in lines, use my hand to produce dots on my screen … maybe aiming to send a message in code for someone who is in fact somewhere else, someone I know nothing about and might never meet. While my message is traveling for days maybe weeks through time and space … sometimes it’s understood other times not, I don’t know who may read it … it feels like a one-way process missing all kinds of basic communication… there is a potential of failure in putting across what I want to say and how I feel; so if I was writing for people indeed I’d relinquish writing long time ago, but in fact I do write out to myself matching my style, my mood & my needs, although It’s not a typical diary whereas you can’t find a very detailed personal post here, I don’t know, it’s against my nature, but maybe one day I would set and write something very detailed here, till then you shouldn’t expect it, occasionally next Friday 19th of May it will be a whole year of blogging, a complete year!.
along this one year journey I met many bloggers I prefer the term “Next Door Bloggers”, coz I feel it as houses and doors … and behind each door i would find stories and thoughts, i enter it with one knock on my “Go” button or URL linked to my page, at every door step I feel different impression, a certain thought related to that owner of this place, and a special spot I prefer there, a certain post or conversation!.
I’m not sure whether it was a total waste of my time on meaninglessness … spending hours on such page, I’m not sure if it really worth my time … let me say it’s mercurial and let it go at that!.
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such a lovely post ya tota,
I loved the metaphore of the next door bloggers.
However, I feel that there is something bothering you, I hope I am wrong.
Happy blogging year