I have never written a blog until now. What are you suppose to put in these things anyway? Life stories? Feelings? Memories? Opinions? I guess it doesn't matter. It's raining here. The kind of rain that seeps down into the skin and takes forever to dry if it gets on your clothes. So obviously going outside today is not in my destiny. Boredom sinks in after you have read page after page of Holly Golightly's plight to endanger the sanity of men. She's the type of girl that makes others feel that they live monotonous existences. So I guess that's why I am blogging. Boredom and the fact that I feel inferior to a fictional character. I am not sure if those are the greatest reasons to blog but I am sure that there are far more inferior reasons for it. I guess deep down I want to express myself through writing. Writing in a journal never really satiated the creative need. You write for countless hours in a small book that probably has a unicorn or glitter smeared across the cover and you never get anywhere. The words stay in that book forever and nobody ever gets to read them or have an opinion about what you have written. It really is not that fair, if you think logically. Those words become stale and meaningless. They sit there taking up space and developing antiquity. So you can imagine how dorky I feel sharing stuff to a blank page who offers no feedback. So I have taken to this blogging thing in hopes of sharing my life stories, feelings, memories and opinions. Its funny how a monsoon and a Capote novel can drive you to mysterious things.Well I guess its time to offer a small goodbye and finish Miss. Golightly's story in hopes of finding some flaw in her bubbly character.
Yours truly.
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