It never actually occurred to me that people read this until today.
Someone I work with(yes, you again Beck...err Peggy
) mentioned that she had read my updates from last week and that she thought is was very sad. Another friend commented that she was bothered by something I wrote. Another mentioned that she reads and doesn't like the computer stuff. My cousin talked about reading it during the family thing.It's weird and kind of makes me paranoid. Part of me loves getting feedback and hearing that people are reading this, but a part of me gets freaked out that people I know are reading it. It's like some kind of weird reverse voyeurism.
I tell everyone about my blog. I love that people read it. I love even more that some people enjoy it. I love hearing peoples thoughts and comments but in a way it's almost like they are commenting on me, and that's a weird feeling. It's not like its a new thing to me(Hello, 300 pound fat ugly bald guy here. Yeah I know comments) but this is different. I just don't know how to feel about it. I like it but it's unnerving at the same time.
Oh the dilemma...
I'll just keep writing, you keep commenting and the world keeps spinning...
'slater,
Luthor...werd



