You know, I often wonder why I bother blogging. Not that I do it all that often, but then I lead a rather quiet life and don't like to use my blog to whine about things that annoy me generally, though I have been known to do so on occasion. Mostly, I wonder if anyone reads my ramblings or whether that is really important. It's funny that where the blog seems to be the internet version of a journal, which we tend to keep as a private account of our life, a blog holds perhaps the same intiment sentiments as a journal but is open to anyone in the world to read and share with others. Perhaps, many view that they are an open book and want others to experience the adventure that is their lives, a solo affair that only they can experience first hand. Maybe it's that people don't actually share their the real nature of their reality, but a fictional one mostly due to the fact that their own lives aren't really exciting enough to share or is seen as such to themselves. No doubt some people create intricate fictional personalities to capture viewers who would otherwise never bother with their blog. This of course is not a true blog, but then perhaps a blog is more than just a chance to comment and record our own lives, but can be a source of expressing perhaps a desire for a life more dramatic than our own.

But then who is to say that our own lives aren't interesting. Perhaps they're not filled with car chases and battles to the death, but they no doubt slowly build to the climax of the story at their own pace and time. Everyone has highs and lows, much like a soap opera, less like an action thriller, though some who have more dangerous occupations could prolly leave us rivited with the going ons of their hostile daily routine. Though I imagine those are few and far between and most of us just go through the gestures of existing and seldom live up to their full potential due to various reasons no doubt detailed in some blog entry or perhaps kept to themselves as such private short commings should be. Some, though, let it all hang out and I applaud those who do, even when their content to me might be better lock away in the drawer of their bedside table, a secret between them and the powers above, but then who knows.

I like to think of myself as an open book, with no side of me that I need to keep hidden, but then I'm just lying to myself. I have as many skeletons, maybe more, as most, and while I bear my soul to others there are no doubt things in me that I keep deep down, hidden even to myself and of course as time passes the oldest memories fade and will never be recovered to be written down sometime in the future in some form, blog or otherwise.

Anywho, what started out as an update on my medical condition, turned out to be some blog rambling, which I must have had on my mind, another thing I need to sit down and organise some day.

Well, till next time, hope you health and happiness, and a couple of bucks to pay your way.

James