nothing at all

sometimes i wonder why people spend so much time blogging their lives down on the internet. i mean, i know i infrequent this stuff for random blurbs that i feel like sharing, but the way i see it, if were pouring out ourselves to an impersonal computer screen for who ever surfs by to see whats going on at our lives at any given moment, we are losing ourselves to a mass jumble of incripted binary that in no way fulfilling or can give us any satisfaction or support or feedback that is necessary for a healthy human existence. we all need outlets, but brick walls arent even good at giving good echos sometimes.


yes, i do see the irony.