Don’t Make Assumptions

I always assume that everyone will find interest in the things I find interesting. To a certain extent, as a writer you have to. It’s useful to be even somewhat interested in what you are writing about, and if it did not peak your interest you wouldn’t write about it. So there is modicum of assumption that goes into the trial.

In writing this blog, I have found a variety of human interest and psychological topics that I, obviously, think are fascinating. It is entirely possible that another person looking at all this, if they even bother to get that far, will simply think, wtf?

At any rate it seems to be a valid practice for my mind. An exercise in writing – in getting shit off my chest… shit off my chest. Ew. Perhaps I’ll just call it venting.

I don’t mean for this blog to be a boring diary of my fabulous life but a soft diatribe on interesting observations of life within myself and others. Is this at all interesting? Or am I deluding myself into believeing that I have the insight to design this much content. Is this an application just for me, or is it a process to be shared?

Well, I guess the intention is to share, otherwise I’d just keep it in a file on my pc. But seriously, is anybody out there? Is anyone listening?