Without a stalk through the depths of the internet I would have went on to assume blogging was a thing of the past. I always had an interest in creating one of my own but always asked, "who the hell would read it? Just me?". Now I see that that is probably the point. It isn't about who sees what you have to say, it's about getting out what you want to say and having the freedom to do so. Not that I particularly have anything abundantly interesting to say what-so-ever but if ever the moment came up where I felt a Facebook status just wasn't enough I could always come here and let out what needs to be. Facebook. Ha. Now that is
absolutely a place I wish people would retract recent musings and create themselves a private (or at least less public) blog in which to write their vapid nonsense so people like me - with zero tolerance for whimsical bullshit that is assumed other people are going to be interested in - just don't have to see it. But hey, it's a trend. And I'm certainly hoping is a phase. I remember when teen chat rooms were all the craze and then one day they just disappeared. Fingers crossed, eh?
Every day I see myself becoming more and more like my Dad. I'm absolutely a Daddy's girl. No time for people's fantasy land statuses about how amaaaaaaazing their dinner was and OMG I can't believe this fictional character from a popular television program just got killed off! Yeah, you probably just spoiled it for other fans of the show who missed the episode due to work commitments, etc. and had it set to record for later viewing. Those people are the worst. I call these people The Milkers. You leave milk out for just a little while and it spoils. Just like these people spoil your hopes and dreams of catching up on your favourite programs at your own pleasurely leisure. The bastards.
Four Walls.
