Hello world!

I have always thought of starting a blog but never really got to doing so until now. I am one of those people who would rather keep their feelings to themselves than have the entire world read about them. But recent events have changed how I feel about blogging, and my entire perspective on love and life, for that matter.

I used to have a journal, way back when a ‘blog’ was just the sound when you fall out of bed. It was a small papemelroti notebook where I wrote down my thoughts for the day, those that I could not say out loud for fear of sounding silly and being laughed at. I remember writing about encounters with my first crush, getting tongue-tied and crimson-faced; about a really interesting book I just read (yes, I am a bookworm); attending the high-school prom and a date at timezone right after, gown, heels and all; and about falling in love the first time…

Come to think of it, it was when I had a boyfriend that I stopped writing in my journal, maybe because there was no need for it anymore. Finally, I had someone to share my thoughts with, someone who would listen and understand, or at least try to. It makes sense all of a sudden that I’m back to writing down my feelings, because I no longer have that someone to share them with…

I’ve come to realize that blogging can be somewhat liberating. You can type whatever you want, however stupid they may be, and you won’t feel the least bit worried about being criticized. Of course, it can’t be helped that there would be people who would come across your page and shake their heads in disapproval. But then again, even the greatest authors have detractors… I’m not after winning a Pulitzer prize. What the heck, welcome to my world.

~ by tin2r on April 8, 2008.