So, I’ve been told I need to maintain a blog. A blog, of all things. I hate blogs. But I’ve been told I must have one, so here it is.
I’ve been dithering about this for months now. I had to look it up, first, to even know what the hell a blog was. Then I had to visit some, to get the idea. I came to the conclusion blogging is almost the exact opposite of what I would normally do with my time. Keeping a blog is in direct contrast to who I am.
I’ve got, at the very least, severe social anxiety. I exhibit all the symptoms of an avoidant personality, so publicly expressing my opinions is not something I do. Anyone who knows me (there’s not many of you) would be floored to see me doing this. I’m uncomfortable ordering food in a restaurant, for crying out loud, and you want me to express myself on the internet?
But they do say that it’s good to do new things, so here I am. With a blog.
Maybe one day, I’ll actually have something to say.
Yes, but one day when you are old, you can look back upon these musings and wonder … who the hell wrote this shit
Hi Cass.