The Truth About Blogging

The whole weblog phenomenon exploded about a year or so ago. People connecting to the Internet, creating digital diaries, and typing their heart out to complete strangers near and far has caught on even to this day.

I also joined the brave souls in the quest for sympathetic readers who would care enough to sift through my entries and understand me as a person.

Alas, there is something I must confess...

I'm a coward.

Yes, you read correctly. Afraid, terrified, lilly-livered, yellow-bellied, chicken, and any other synonyms that you can think of apply. I've been fearful of revealing a side to me I don't understand or even want to sometimes.

Don't get me wrong. All the entries so far have been true; dramatized for your reading pleasure, of course. But there are things that have happened in between posts that I dare not mention because they're either too embarassing for the people involved or too delicate to mention here.

In the end, fell free to keep reading if you like. I won't be disappointed if after this post I lose my audience.

People aren't entirely forthcoming all the time anyway. Why should I?