More Reasons

So I thought of a couple more reasons why I do not like to write. . .I will add to my list from yesterday:

1. It takes up so darn much time.

2. My hand ends up cramping up.

3. I feel kind of cheesy when I write. I’m writing out my thoughts and sharing them with who, exactly? I don’t know!!! Who’s reading this? Do I even know you? Worse yet, is no one reading this? My fear is that I’m rambling to myself. However therapeutic, it’s embarrassing.

4. Assuming that someone is reading this, it’s still embarrassing. I don’t remember where I’ve read or heard it said, but there is something incredibly intimidating about having your thoughts down on paper, or in this case, on a website, for people to read. . .and possibly scrutinize or mock. It takes vulnerability, of which I don’t readily expend. I think I’ve always kept to myself to avoid being exposed.

5. What the heck do I write about? If I write the things I think about, there’d be a whole lot of complaining (i.e. this post), blogs about superficial stuff (i.e. previous post – hair), and just plain confusion (what is going on in my head is not pretty. I’ve explained it best as a bunch of pick-up sticks – remember that game? – that someone dropped on the ground and they’re all jumbled up. Or like spaghetti noodles).

But I’ve proven to myself that I can overcome these additional objections. I am on my second post, right?! And I vow to move on to more non-complaining, non-superficial, non-confusing thoughts in the near future.