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I know nobody reads my blog. When I started it, I figured I'd post some funny, silly and maybe thoughtful things that friends would get a kick out of. I soon realized that most of my friends are too busy to read anything more than two or three sentences long. Ironically, they claim to be very aware of the world around them and why it's falling apart. I spend three or four hours a day just trying to make sense of a crazy world I'm part of and people who have actually told me they don't read because my blogs are too long, tell me they know better than I about why people are protesting. I guess I'm missing something.

I find it interesting that I was thinking about something, rather someone, wondering what they are up to. We shared a "moment" and I hesitantly wrote about it long ago. I was looking back and realized that memory popped into my head and onto these pages right around the same time of year, a few years back. Maybe it's the cold that brought back warm weather memories, I do not know.

It's interesting that I wrote about items I couldn't live without a year ago and half of them I haven't used in five months. I'm even more amazed that I felt so much emotion about people that I rarely think about now. Some friends, some romantic, all not worth the time and effort I put into them. I'd rather have all that time back than the moments I waste on social media or worrying about things I can't control. It would be years.

So much happiness and anger, pride, frustration and relief in these pages and for what? So that six people might understand me a little better? So I'll be noticed? I do notice that my writing skills have deteriorated and for that, I blame social media. Surrounded, it seems, by people oblivious to the laws of grammar, spelling and punctuation and this in turn has made me lazy. I can't blame others really, but it seems like the effort to do things properly is lost in all facets of life. Funny how the people who have criticized me publicly about a misspelled word, find no fault in their simple errs.

The thing I like most about this blog is being able to go back and remember certain times in my life and see what else I might have forgotten. The reality is, I haven't forgotten all of it and going back only seems silly. So many I've thought of deleting, but who would notice? Even less than those who might have skipped over it the first time around. As I sit writing this, I'm thinking what I normally think, when writing anything I post here that isn't filled with emotion caused by others. I think it's stupid and I shouldn't share it. I'm probably right.


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