You know who you are.
Hadn’t expected it, but there’s still a couple of people who don’t regularly comment that follow my blog. Although, that would explain the average 80 views a day I’m still getting. Heh, kind of cool to see people are actually interested enough to keep checking back over long periods of time, even though content tends to be pretty sub-par. And then when I do put out quality stuff, “I can’t be bothered to read stories”. You should, though. I’ve been told it’s pretty good.
Also makes me awfully self-conscious though. People are watching my every word, it’s no longer just an internet rant-box or something. What if my parents are still lurking, too? Oh my.
I don’t really have anything private on here though, I wouldn’t ever dare. My older posts are just about the limit of shamefulness I’ll allow on here. Really though, the blog’s just an extension of me, of my voice. I don’t always get the opportunity to talk about things in real life like I do here, so if you ever feel like you’re missing something, this is the place to check.
The pen as an extension of the person. Just like good swordsmen see the sword as an extension of themselves, and have mastered it through thinking like that. In the end, it’s all weapons. None necessarily mightier than the other, but they all have their unique attributes.
You know, because a pen as sharp as a sword would suck to write with.