Someone is watching. Every thing I do, every move I make. My most inner thoughts, seem to be out there for anyone to see, including the one person (right now) giving me that helpless feeling that some how — someone is able to get into my head.
I usually don’t like the feeling of being exposed. I keep everything toa myself, not that I don’t want to share, it’s that it may not be so important to anyone else. Who wants to hear what I have to say, (except for the one I can sense right now). I have gotten through this before by saying only what may be of use to others. Sharing what I have been through so maybe someone out there just starting out may get something out of my struggles. What about things that only mean something to me? Shouldn’t that stay with me?
This sense of listening to what I am thinking is a type of voyeurism, no? It’s different when you are writing a story, it’s not about the writer per se. It’s the thoughts of others that demand to be heard. Or is it subconscious thoughts being attributed to someone else. I think that might be the intrigue that makes it so entertaining.
I am trying to make something out of nothing, because I am not being watched — I am blogging. For an introvert like myself that is how it is, like the undaunted driver of a car, who is anonymous to some extent while driving. I just contradicted myself. I supposed it is a paradigm being courageous when you cannot be identified as if you were standing face-to-face with someone. A blogger is somewhat anonymous as well, but still your words are solidified in text. It is one step below speaking in person (perhaps) or worse yet — in public. It has gotten better, with age everything gets easier when life has had a chance to filter in.
Am I making any sense?