Ripped Up
Why do I even bother? Rhetorical question. Everytime I reach out to people, show them who I really am, I get my heart ripped out. Some day, I’m going to need some intensive theraphy; rather, some day, I will be able to afford some intensive theraphy– I already need it. The thing about this latest wound of mine is it occurred on the Internet, with a fellow blogger. I thought the whole point of blogging is to be tolerant, to get to meet other people, see their differences, and learn to accept them for themselves. And in this case, I thought we built a pretty ok rapport. Oh well, back to not telling anyone anything. When will it end?
In case anyone noticed, in case anyone cares, that is why I haven’t been blogging lately. I’ve lost the taste for it.
Possibly relevant posts:
- Whistling while I whine (10/17/2002)
- is a family blog possible? (12/8/2001)
- ESL and the mind (9/26/2002)