8.31.13

I ate 4 blue berry pop tarts for breakfast and right now I'm at Little Caesars waiting on a deep dish pepperoni pizza.

Topic: the desire to be catfished.

My friend had a great thought the other day. He told me that he believes there is a certain group of people that subconsciously WANT to be catfished. People that want to have a relationship with someone they don't ever have to meet.

It makes perfect sense.

Cause people are bizarre and everyone needs a friend.

8.19.13

It's been awhile...

Breakfast: cinnamon toast crunch

Lunch: fruit snacks and cheezits

Dinner: 1 quart of chocolate milk, Greek yogurt with honey and granola

I'm contemplating blogging for real now. Not just sharing what I eat, but sharing thoughts I think (mainly cause I think too many thoughts).

I love to share, we all do. But we hate sharing and finding out that no one appreciates what we have to share. Like telling a story at a party in front of a crowd that doesn't go anywhere... and then I found $5. 

But that's why we tweet, post on Facebook walls and upload photos to Instagram. Isn't it? To share?

I think for me, this blogging thing is a way of sharing content without creating the expectation of receiving epproval or feedback from friends. Sort of like an open to the public diary. No one will read it, but there's a certain comfort in knowing that its out there.

Cheers. To thoughts. And sharing. And having underwhelming expectations of the world...

There. It's out there.