I try to write on my blog every day. Today, I am finding that difficult. I already posted something, but I wrote that post last week and scheduled it to appear on my blog today. I try to write an actual post each day.
What is constipating my writing? Well, my writing is not entirely
constipated. I try to do ten minutes of free writing each day for my
dissertation, and I did that pretty well today. (Just to make clear: I
spend more time than ten minutes a day in working on my dissertation!)
Writing for an audience is what can be hard. I start thoughts in my
mind, thinking of potential blog posts, yet I do not want to take those
thoughts to any conclusion. Sometimes, I just want privacy. Why do I
have to share my thoughts with anyone?
There was a time when I was more enthusiastic about blogging.
Nowadays, I do not have that enthusiasm. But I still enjoy blogging.
Just not on some days.
I am in a bit of a misanthropic mood today. I am on most days, but
especially today. I think about all those bad social encounters I had
in the past. It makes me want to be a recluse for the rest of my life!
Lonely, yes. But at least I don’t have to answer to or please others.
Of course, I like the people and cats with whom I live. They
essentially let me be. I don’t have to try hard to be accepted by
them. I can talk or not talk. It doesn’t matter.
I fear that I will not have the social skills to make it in the
world, though. Some tell me that the way that I learn social skills is
to do more socializing. Well, thanks Sherlock! Suppose I keep falling
flat on my face every time I try to socialize? Doing lots of
socializing does not necessarily teach a person social skills.
Anyway, I’m shutting off comments. I’m just a very private person today! Thanks, those who read!
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