1- some of the people I know in real life either follow or know of this blog.
there is something impersonal and liberating about sharing your thoughts on the internet, similar to screaming into the void. But if you’re a private person, no matter how badly you wanted to scream, you wouldn’t do it if a bunch of people were sitting a bit far from you. They might hear you.
2- my inner critic (who i like to refer to as the Bane of my Gotham), has grown stronger and louder.
Before, it used to be that I would think of something, contemplate writing about it, get past that and actually write about it, then contemplate publishing. Some pieces (the ones that sit proudly on my blog) are winners (or really good runners), because they have somehow escaped the discard judgement which my inner critic sentences my writings with, a lot. The rest, well, your time will come one day. Totally.
3- so much is happening at every second.
good and bad movies are out every two days, TV series come and go, the human world is a mess, people rise and fall every five seconds. And here I am, playing a game on my mobile, thinking about what makes a good thing a good thing and why hasn’t planet Earth chewed us all in yet. It’s overwhelming.
4- I can’t care enough for my opinion to spread it, but i am also fabulous
while i am very aware of how insignificant my opinion is (to the extend that worrying about saying it is pointless), i am also vain enough to wonder if I should entertain the world with my precious ideas. After all, better and more informed people are out there, doing the good deed, but also worse and less informed people are out there, doing what they think is a good deed. I can’t figure out where would I belong if I did the deed.
5- I keep saying I will
While I am amazingly deep and philosophical, I am also lazy and a class A procrastinator. Case closed.
That being said, I am working on dealing with all of these reasons, because I love writing. Aren’t I a piece of work.