two months.... good intentions and all, blogging would happen very regularly if one had the habit of writing one's daily diary as a child. since one could never do that, so can not get around to doing this either!
overall it always felt like one was opening oneself out to the world, exposing a truth which one was not clear about oneself and therefore not open to any comments on - a kind on invasion of privacy, even if the diary was meant to be read by no one but yourself. writing about mundane stuff like - today i went to a movie, or i ate the best rajma chaawal... who cared! and writing down feelings and plucking out philosophical threads which weave between your actions and thought process... that took too much analysis and that felt like putting yourself out there. your inner travails open to discussion, your innards spelled out in black and white, your guts spilled on the table to poked holes into! (obviously too much inside me!!)
but the few times i have written for myself and on this blog, and went back to read it, it all made sense. why people write. the space to thrash out a situation and explore one's feelings and reactions to whats happening in one's worlds. the issues which one has successfully resolved and been able to move on. the mistakes which one used to make, and promised and swore never to repeat, and are still doing the same shit! its really like a conversation with yourself. and since it is being put down in writing, there has to be some semblance of ordering one's thoughts. it can be about nothing... but still needs to make sense. when its only thoughts in the head, mostly the chattering monkeys (see last blog) will jump from one branch to another and there is no link between the topics the mind throws out, so nothing is thought out clearly enough to reach some level of resolution. so, even if chequred, one should persist... writing.
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