I don't have anything revolutionary to say. Nothing profound, anyway. Go ahead, stop reading.
I know that the blogging world has quickly become a forum where people think that everything they say is valid and important. I have little to say that will make a difference, and I don't anticipate it to. I vacillated back and forth on the decision of whether or not to make this blog for months. It felt self-centered, like I was expecting people to care what I think. They probably don't, and they have good reason not to.
But, upon the urging of some, I decided just to do it. I keep a rather thorough journal, in addition to myriad lists and notes on my computer detailing random thoughts I've had, funny things I've heard, and the crazy dreams I remember, so I didn't think anyone would care if I shared those or not. I mean, I think my thoughts are interesting, but then again, I'm also the funniest person I know. However, on the rare possibility that anyone cares about my inner monologues, my silly analogies about dating, or just a little recap of my awkward attempts at social interactions outside the fictitious relationships I have with Matthew Crawley and Ted Mosby, here's this.
Note: as long as I begin with a disclaimer about the pointlessness of this aimless blog, agreeing that I recognize how self-indulgent it is to begin with, you can't blame me for being pointless and self-indulgent. Because I already know, and I told you I know.
Also, I don't expect any more than 4 people to actually read this.
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