All my big assertions about getting back into blogging, and where am i? only eight posts in after a month or two, and some of them are just pseudo-inspirational poster quotes.
its the whole thing about not really knowing what to blog about. or rather, just wanting to spout my usual guff and then getting cold feet in case anyone i actually know stumbles across this.
i could do that whole thing of giving everyone coded names, but with my memory, i'd forget what aliases i'd assigned, and folk would end up with about six different names and that would just be super-confusing. mainly for me, but also for my one or two random visitors.
and that's something i'm not too keen on either. the not having anyone read this. i used to have a nice, regular little group of people who would read and comment. mainly people that i read an commented on, but damn my iphone for its double-edged sword that on the one hand keeps me up to date with any new posts on the blogs I like, but which also makes it harder to comment because i read via a reader, rather than going into the sites themselves.
it's all such a hard life. which is another thing. because it's not really that hard a life. its all just a little bit angsty, and a little bit post-teen-drama. and as my not-a-girlfriend keeps telling me, i'm almost 40, surely this shit should all be sorted so i can get on with the whole being a grown-up thing. My very-much-perfected eyebrow raise will tell you all you need to know about my thoughts on that one. particularly because 37 is still mid-thirties.