Private Locker
September 17, 2009I hear congratulations are in order. I am writing my first blog. Ever.
I have written many blog-ish entries. But there they lay, in the dusty corners of my mind. I decided to break the habit once and for all. Thanks to my friend- err… let’s call him Six, for his privacy’s sake. Mostly for mine though, since I am slowly coming to terms with the denial of my mind’s celebrity complex. Again that’s my mind’s. NOT MINE. Denial. Anyway, he started his and I declared that I, too, ought to. Just to give my mind the satisfaction of seeing some of its work on display for the whole world to see. Not that I intended to actually push through with it, definitely not a few hours later. Kind of pathetic in its urgency if you think about it. Though years back, I always knew I’d replace my antiquated journal with a blog, eventually. How was I to know eventually was today?
So I used a nom de plume. Celebrity complex to the hilt, eh? Typical. Always wanting it both ways. Fitting in and standing out, blunt openness and total discretion. What is it with me and privacy?? Probably some long-forgotten, deep-rooted psychological issues. But that’s a whole ‘nother blog. Too deep for a first-timer anyway. But I’m sure a select few will be able to tell. It’s me- hidden beneath pretentious masks, but still distinctly me.
Sue me that I decided to join the bandwagon umpteen years later. I never did like trends. I consider my mind as the title implies. A private locker. One that even I sometimes forget the combination of. Oh well. At least now, I can rant and rave all I want and not have to own up to anything or anyone. Like my dirty little secrets. Hidden in my very own private locker with a secret combination. My celebrity complex mind digs. Ü
Previous Comments
congrats!
Posted by spiky at September 17, 2009, 5:02 am
hahaha
Don’t worry, you’re not alone.
Posted by fence at September 17, 2009, 2:27 am