guilty...but ignorance is my defense

I'm so guilty of pushing the publish button just to see who reads my crap (no offense to those who do--the few of you--I appreciate that tremendously, and please come back and visit), but sometimes I'm so lame, I just don't know what to do with myself. Yeah. What a great self-esteem builder to admit to people that you're lame. Way to be me. Yup. Moving on...

It's freaking me out that people actually sometimes stop by, read, and comment on my posts. I started this thing as a personal website. Well, I tried to start a personal website, but I found my way on to blogger via google, I think. Anyways, it was a fun side project, and still is to a certain extent. The idea of it was cool. So, I get to say whatever I wanted. How liberating. I get to say things I've always thought about.

Now that I know that some people are visiting this site, it's weirding me out. I feel like I can't say some of the things I'm thinking about because I feel like it's too personal a thing for me to share. And it's incredibly presumptuous that people read and care about my writings. I don't want to reach the boundary where I feel I've revealed too much.

I need to learn to find balance. I could come across as a complete train-wreak if I wanted to. So I'm trying to write serious then trivial. It's works too because that's how I work. I have moments of complete lunacy. Then I have moments of complete silliness.

Again, I stress "stream of consciousness" writings present here. Otherwise, nothing will make sense here.

I just need to get my words out.

Also, I love coming up with titles because most of mine really have little to do with the posts.