Why I started blogging...

I don't know.

If you came here for an answer, that's the answer, I don't know.

Looking back, it started when my friend created his own blog, so I followed. I'm not sure the motives of my crazy 15 year old brain back then... maybe it seemed cool at that time... I don't know...

Over the years, it has been a platform for useless topics and rants, things that cannot be said in a sentence or a session, things I had to go home to think about before talking about... and it probably grew on me as a platform for self-expression. Honestly, I'm surprised I even got this far in blogging... because I'm not supposed to be here any more.

Why do I not update as often as I would? Simply this: no one reads. It says a lot. I believe that throughout the whole life of my blog, the maximum readership I ever had at any point of time was probably about four people. There may be more, but of course there's no way I can find out since some would not want their presence to be known. People just do not seem to want to use their browser effectively... but I shouldn't say too much, since I've already stopped bookmarking other peoples' blogs. I guess it's not worth my time reading them any more.

I am not ranting now, even though it may seem like it. I am just going about my normal blogging routine. Writing stuff I like to write about, things I probably am thinking about putting down somewhere to possibly dig up and read again. Then when time passes, I go back and laugh at my juvenile self. I'm guessing that if I'm going to read this for myself, I might as well take my time to write it. :)