At least, I hope it is.
I can’t be too sure of anything anymore. I went from being confident in myself to learning too much and now I don’t know what I can really be sure of. It’s tough, but at least I’m not lying to myself like so much of the world. Seriously, do people actually believe all of the bullshit that they say? And that they hear other people say? I don’t know how you can take one person’s word over another anymore.
And that goes for the “highly educated” people, too. I mean, look at Michael Jackson’s doctors. At least one of them was found guilty of feeding him drugs. You can’t tell me that didn’t have ANYthing to do with money. Money was probably the biggest factor in it. He got rich prescribing drugs for MJ who then goes crazy and dies of an overdose. Poor bastard.
So we can’t even trust doctors, it seems. Sure there are some good ones out there, like your family physician. I don’t disbelieve you when you tell me he’s a good man and he takes care of you. But what about the rest of the world? To whom will they entrust their health to? Certainly not someone like Conrad Murray. Or at least you hope not.
So where was I? Oh yes, I think this blog is actually good for me. If I can get over the idea of having people read this. Even though it doesn’t seem like a lot of people do anyway, I just don’t want to embarrass myself like it seems I always do when I try something new. I just never really kept a diary (I tried repeatedly, but I couldn’t stay motivated to keep writing). I think this is the answer. The motivation I have is that the blog’s online and I don’t want my web presence to die out, so I keep writing… or tweeting… or sending pictures, etc. At least now I have a permanent home on the Internet.
I enjoy having my own website. Even if I didn’t build it from scratch. But I know how it works and I can maintain it myself. So there. And I’m not even halfway through my web design class. >-D