Another Day
I wonder how many people are actually reading this. It's kinda weird, you know. It's like talking to an audience whom you cannot see. Like I'm talking to people, who are not really there... Maybe I'm just talking to myself. Oh well... Sometimes I wonder, why do people write blogs? What is the purpose of it? I suppose writing blogs actually help us to de-stress. We pour out our troubles to anyone who will listen. Through blogs, we don't tell one person our problems, but instead, we share it with millions of others. Hmm... It does seem like when young children have imaginary friends and the like, does it not? It makes me wonder what happens to us when we grow up. We no longer dream about the knight in shining armour and the princess, instead we dream up couples in The Bachelor, and come up with other stories like Joe Millionaire or Average Joe. Isn't it quite irrational doing so? Do we enjoy seeing people lie and cheat just to get the people they love? What has come into our minds to cause us to think this way? It's sad, isn't it?
It's sad
So sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd - Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word by Blue
Well, come to think of it, I am a big fan of such shows, so I should not be showing such angst. Never mind, maybe that will help me on the road to being a writer. By the way, I am a writer on http://www.fanfiction.net . I am writing a story entitled "After All", which is a fic on Pokemon. Please check it out and review my story!
Till we meet again!