Funny thing. Writing on Scatterthought used to be such a natural process. If I were bored or had a spare moment, I’d write pretty much about anything. If something piqued my interest, I’d write about it. But after awhile I just stopped caring. And now, a year and a half since my last post, I wonder what I should do with this site.
I’m different now, but I couldn’t tell you exactly how or why. I just am. And it’s a good thing (I think). But sometimes I wonder if I should have kept to the writing–made it a higher priority.
Honestly though, I’m wondering if I should even bother with this post, or if I should just delete it. Not like anyone’s going to read it, anyway.
And that’s it, isn’t it? When I started writing this, way back before someone coined that horrible “blog” term, I didn’t care if anyone read it. It was for me–my own personal form of online expression–and it didn’t matter how many people were reading it. And I guess I lost that at some point. And I don’t think I can get it back.
And until I do, no more scatterthoughts for me.
Still, I wanted you to know that I’m doing well–even though I don’t know who you are, or if you remember me.
Oh, and I didn’t want that dumb anti-PETA post to still be up after all this time.