As I’ve said previously, I love to write. Unfortunately, I struggle with the idea of a blog. Blogs are cool. They’re in. They’re hip. These days, everyone’s out on the “blogosphere” (sorry honey, I know you hate that word) giving the world their two cents. I love this blog, but I often have a hard time writing on it because I can’t help but get the feeling that there’s a lot of flatulence involved in blogging and I don’t presume that everyone is so enamored with everything that I say, or that I even have anything interesting to say. This thought alone is demotivating, and I stop writing altogether. It’s mostly the fear of feeling overly pretentious when I write what I like, think about, care about, or presume to know. Are the blogs of strangers even remotely interesting? Do we pick up those blogs and think we’ve read something interesting? I have no idea. Why does anyone read this blog? Why do I read anyone else’s blog? Is it because I care about the person and want to know what they’re doing, or am I combing for something that holds a deeper meaning?

Philsophies of blogging emerge in my head, but I dare not bring them up at dinner time or Tom won’t stop talking about logic and existentialism…