Vanity and Vacuity

Lately, I've been occupied with Marco, Family Guy marathons, unbelievably complicated UP enrollment, and shopping for clothes and school things. At the end of the day I'd rather sleep than blog or go online. Not that I'm busy or anything, but I just don't feel like it lately. Blogging is getting less interesting for me, and I suppose it's only just a matter of time.

Given that, I think it's high time to remind myself why I blog in the first place. I'll make this short: I blog because I want to share my thoughts to other people and more, I want to know what other people think about what I think. If you've been following my blog for some time now, or at least since the last few posts, you'll notice that my thought processes are rather random and erratic. I fancy that there are only few people in this planet who can actually understand me—and I know you know that being understood is an immensely important thing for highly individualistic people. I love it when someone leaves a comment which makes me go, hey, I'm not the only one wondering about this this way. They validate my existence, albeit in a very shallow manner.

I also blog because I want to be able to go back to how I thought at a certain point in my life. Some people blog about what happened during their day, or how they felt about something. I blog about these things too, but more often than not I write about the things I care about, like, say, my mortality, weight, happiness, menstruation, and so on. I'd rather remember how I thought than how I felt or what I did. Why? Well, isn't it more amusing? Sometimes, I read my old posts at my old blog and they make me smile with their sheer vanity and vacuity. Well, I'm still vain and vacuous, maybe more than ever. But now, I try not to give it away as much as I used to.

Okay, that's it. Back to lucky there's a family guy ten-te-nenen, lucky there's a man who mmmm hmm mmm hmm…