I’ve decided to start writing and posting, instead of writing then losing things in countless folders on my computer. Or carrying on an inner dialogue with myself to the point where I start to voice my thoughts out loud to no one in particular. Maybe it’s just that I need a way to dump all these thoughts before I explode.

Honestly, the problem is I don’t have enough friends. The few I have, I don’t want to express all this stuff to for fear they will think I’m completely insane and never speak to me again. I guess I should say then they will know I’m completely insane and never speak to me again. I’m actually a pretty good friend to have. I’ve always practiced being a good listener. But sometimes the listener needs to voice a few things as well.

I’ve started many journals in my life. I have at least a dozen of them, dedicated to one subject or another, one period in my life or another. Most are at least partially filled, some with entries many years apart. All were eventually abandoned to a fresh start, with my belief that with new blank pages would come new dedication.

This time I will have new virtual pages to fill. Endless sheets of crisp, blank whiteness, ready to receive whatever random thoughts I pour forth. I have no idea if this will be the one that will “take” so to speak, the journal the won’t be abandoned to whatever complications life throws in the way. I think it will be interesting to see what happens.