I'm no good at this sort of thing...

In truth? I'm not even sure why I'm here right now. I really enjoy reading blogs -- particularly blogs of friends old and new. Of course, then there are those blogs that I find just plain funny and speak to me in some sort of way that I spend most of my time saying "Yeah! Exactly! Me too!" in my head while I'm reading them....

I don't think I'm one of those people. Why would I write when I could read someone else's posts that can convey what I'm feeling so much better than I could. I *want* to be one of those people.... But I've never been that impressed with my writing skills. So consequently I've never wanted a blog...what if someone finds it and hates it?

I care way too much about what other people think to have a blog.

So why am I writing?

Guess it doesn't hurt that the only person who knows my blog exists -- and likely the only person reading this right now is an old high school friend that I haven't seen since I first started University -- so does that mean that Anonymity gives me freedom to be terrible without consequence? I guess we'll see, won't we....

I'm not sure you're right Lenni -- fear of rejection is a powerful thing.