Someone To Tell
Sometimes I want a blog. I have one half-assed living livejournal, one fully dead deadjournal, one dying blurty. I have an old unused website, I have a facebook account with occasional notes, and I have a myspace account with a lonely blog. So you ask, with my words of wisdom splattered all over the world wide web, what in the world do I need a blog for?
In my social psychology exam when asked what does anonymity help I answered diminish self awareness and social identity. I'm pretty sure that was the correct answer. When I belong to no one, not even myself I can say all the things my heart is screaming inside my head. Maybe I can tune down the noise for just a little bit this way. In that case, you must be thinking, you can write in your notebook, or even online on private mode. The kick in the balls is that I want to be heard. No, I need to heard. I need someone to answer when I call. And yet, I'm afraid that opening an anynoymous blog will mean no one will ever answer, no one will ever find me. And then, once again, as always I'll end up all alone, with something to tell, and no one to tell it to.
In my social psychology exam when asked what does anonymity help I answered diminish self awareness and social identity. I'm pretty sure that was the correct answer. When I belong to no one, not even myself I can say all the things my heart is screaming inside my head. Maybe I can tune down the noise for just a little bit this way. In that case, you must be thinking, you can write in your notebook, or even online on private mode. The kick in the balls is that I want to be heard. No, I need to heard. I need someone to answer when I call. And yet, I'm afraid that opening an anynoymous blog will mean no one will ever answer, no one will ever find me. And then, once again, as always I'll end up all alone, with something to tell, and no one to tell it to.