I have decided that I will probably never publish a book, and writing short stories for the fun of it is okay. They do not have to get published in a book to be read – that is the exciting thing with technology these days.
I’m okay with that. It has taken me a long time to finally be okay with that, but I am. It was a dream I had and wanted to make come true when I wanted to be heard. Now that I have a blog, I am heard. I don’t care if I don’t get hits or comments on an entry – they don’t matter to me. I would rather receive a few comments containing nice quality than receive fifty comments about anything other than my blog post/website/etc.
Growing up I always wanted to be heard, and now I am. It took me a long time until today to realize that, even though I did not make the exact come true, I made the concept come true, and that is all that matters to me.
And I don’t have to hide. I don’t to hide anything. If I wanted to post my mailing address, I could do so. I can tell my secrets to the world and keep it anonymous.
Because I blog, I have this new outlook on my life and the world around me. I’m more open to different cultures1. I love learning about different cultures, by the way. The Indian culture is my favorite, and if you asked me why, I wouldn’t be able to tell you the exact reason. The clothes are interesting. They are beautiful and colorful. In my tenth grade social studies class, there was a discussion about their clothing: Revealing or Not Revealing? Some voted yes, and others voted no. It turned out to be more of a debate. To the citizens of that culture, they may not think so. Then again, if they wear the clothes, that might give away their answer…2 I wouldn’t wear the clothes, but if I could for at most an hour, that would be great…3
This is a very random blog, and I don’t know where I was going with it now. 🙁
- I edited Georgina‘s theme to my liking. How is the color scheme? :3
- What offline activities do you do in your free time?
- Complete the sentence: Because I…
Note to self: I want to make cookies from mom’s Betty Crocker Cookie Book pages 66 and 300.4