Reflectiony sorta thing
I've become the worst blogger ever. Once, this was my life. Now, it makes me sad. I used to spend hours a day reading blogs, responding to them, and writing my own. I figured it was a fair hobby, and one I could take with me into adulthood seeing as the majority of bloggers are, well, adults. Once college started though, I found myself engrossed in hours of Anatomy, days of Health Assessment, and ages upon ages of Sterile Techniques. I'm learning some of the coolest things I've ever gotten my hands on, but I'm neglecting what once used to be a big part of who I am. This depresses me.
When I write now, I feel fake or superficial. I feel like I'm writing just to prove to the internet world that I still exist. But to what purpose? Who am I proving that too? I don't know. I just miss writing.
Maybe I'm afraid that it's been so long, I can no longer write like I used to. Maybe I'm afraid that I've changed so much, I can't be interesting anymore. Maybe since I stopped watching TV last year, I haven't had anything to make smartass comments about.
I should stop studying so much and start watching a little more YouTube or something. After all, who doesn't want to make fun of Chris Crocker?
When I write now, I feel fake or superficial. I feel like I'm writing just to prove to the internet world that I still exist. But to what purpose? Who am I proving that too? I don't know. I just miss writing.
Maybe I'm afraid that it's been so long, I can no longer write like I used to. Maybe I'm afraid that I've changed so much, I can't be interesting anymore. Maybe since I stopped watching TV last year, I haven't had anything to make smartass comments about.
I should stop studying so much and start watching a little more YouTube or something. After all, who doesn't want to make fun of Chris Crocker?