To be alone or not to be

Sorry if this disappoints – but the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with my love life.

It’s about my writing. I have been obsessing over what’s the purpose of my writing here is.

Is it making me a better writer? Am I becoming a more habit-driven person? Are my posts able to help strangers kill awkward moments in crowded spaces? Are my ideas making sense or are they just recycled ideas? Are recycled ideas a bad thing like the Dire Straits song about Elvis with his (Elvis’) own lines?

But then I calm down and tell myself I write because I have always had more questions than answers. And as I write I realise that I don’t know is a perfectly legitimate answer.

So to write alone or to write on medium? I don’t know.