No More Blogging?

It seems that the blogging phase of my friends is over. Maybe we’re all just too busy. Maybe we’re too lazy. Either way, nobody seems to be updating anymore, least of all I.

It’s a pity, really. Blogging is a great way for people to communicate. It is a forum for me to release my thoughts onto the world, without anyone really knowing who I am. I write what I felt, not what everyone else perceived that I felt. It’s a way to express my feelings in this world where showing true feelings can be dangerous in that particular situation.

For me, I don’t blog quite as much anymore for multiple reasons. I am busy, for one. Doing work all the time kind of sucks all the energy out, that which could formerly be used for slacking off.

Another reason I don’t blog that much is that I don’t like to write useless entries. I feel that the stuff I write about should be perfect for that one entry; I feel that I should not need to change them. To change an entry is, in essence, to change history. I felt what I wrote; I wrote what I felt. Unfortunately, sometimes in the heat of the moment, I write in a manner that portrays immense negative feelings, basically distracting the reader from concentrating on the text and having him/her focusing on my cursing and obvious lack of self-control.

I don’t write much anymore because a lot of my friends don’t write, either. When they don’t share their thoughts, it’s very difficult for me to share my (dis)agreements.

Privacy is another reason. I am concerned for my own privacy sometimes, in this increasingly hostile environment that is being created by the government. What ideas flow in my head could potentially be illegal in some states, whether they deem me unpatriotic or whatever and lock me in a cell without a key, or whatever. Not to mention I don’t know how good of an idea it is to have my boss or potential employers go through my blog. It’s funny, though; I used to view that as a weakness. In the long run, I guess it is. It’s very difficult to deal with the here-and-now, though. And so, I succumbed.

Not having much drama in my life leads to being a very boring person. Boring people do not write. (They do not write anything worthy to be read, anyhow.)

Many of the points made above are not held very dear to my heart. They just have an accumulated effect on me.

Laziness, I guess, is the ultimate reason. I mean, there are things that I still wish to discuss… but so many others have discussed it already. I don’t feel like writing about the idiotic war we’re about to have, nor the stupid government policies that have been enacted which violate human rights, citizenship, democracy, the Constitution, etc. in so many ways. They are so boring, and I do not know enough about them to discuss them anyhow.

Which leads me to another reason. Knowledge of the subject. I do not like to discuss topics or make judgements based on facts from a single source. Before I take a stand for anything, I would like to get more information, make an informed decision. Making ignorant statements is one of my pet peeves. So is taking a stand and not backing yourself up.

I guess I really do have a lot to say.

sigh, I wish I had more time to write. I really hate having all these ideas inside of me and not being able to release them. The worst part is, it really takes a while for me for my thoughts to link up to them. If I did not think of things I did not want to talk about, I wouldn’t have led myself up to things that I wanted to talk about. And that process takes time, time which I do not have or do not want to give. Time which could be spent on other things, such as due projects or whatever.

I was in the middle of setting up comments, but then I became lazy once again, and stopped. Ah, the technical challenges of setting up my own blog. Man’s greatest technical challenge: biological laziness.

These streams of consciousness are quite good. I should do so more often. Ciao now.