On Not Blogging

It feels like every one is blogging these days. Like it’s a necessity if you want to be a writer in the 21st century.

Maybe that’s a bit over-dramatic. Either way, I can’t seem to get into the craze. There is something so strange to me about writing about my own thoughts. I have a very hard time believing that someone else would actually care to read them. I don’t exactly know how to write this way, and, if I’m honest, I’m just afraid that I don’t have anything interesting to say. It comes back down to the same fear that haunts me in almost everything that I do, that pushes me to perfectionism: I am afraid you won’t like me.

So this is me, writing about not blogging and ignoring that fear. It’s probably terribly boring. But I have too many thoughts to not write them down. If you don’t like them, I won’t blame you. It would be sort of hard since I don’t know who you are. And for now I prefer to keep it that way.