Day One - More Thoughts

So, I don't know how people are supposed to find this and read it. I'm not very computer savvy, and I don't understand all the inner workings of cyberspace and blogospheres. I suppose, I could alert my friends and family, but that seems ridiculous, so I guess I'll just keep posting into thin air for my own sake. There's a certain exciting sense of risk in that. Like leaving your journal lying on your coffee table - though I would never do that. I guess I'd rather have strangers read my thoughts, than people I know. I hate that we all seem to feel this need to cry for attention in some way or another. Take Facebook. I have an account and every time I update my status and press enter, I feel a little bit foolish. Like, maybe what I wrote, was totally pointless and no one's going to care. Which is usually exactly what happens. And to be honest, do I really care about what most of my friends are posting? Sometimes. But most often not. It's entertaining and a guiltless way to engage in other people's drama or lack thereof. People alternate between writing completely boring things about their life, or fishing for a taker. A hook to draw their audience in. And yet, it's somewhat addicting. I hate this information age and hate that it draws me in.