Reading Between the Lines (entry no.4)
I gave myself the rule to wait a minimum of two days before I post another entry and it is taking all of my self control to follow that rule. I know that writing an entry every day would definitely be over-kill and at some point I would run out of things to write about (that would probably take a while though). I was so tempted to write today's entry last night after midnight, cuz that's technically the next day but I somehow mustered enough self-control to wait until morning.
I never have a clear idea of what I want to talk about when I write these entries, literally no pre-planning is involved and that's what's so exciting about it. I can say what's on my mind and it can be absolutely insane and irrelevant but it doesn't matter cuz as far as I'm concerned it's just me and my silly little thoughts. That being said, I can see the view counts on each of my posts and my heart drops every time the number increases. Obviously, I don't know who has seen what and it's not like these entries contain any privileged information or juicy secrets. Still, it's a little scary to know your own words are being read by others even though I literally did this to myself.
Small shoutout to my sister who's my number one fan in life, I know she reads my posts and surprisingly she seems to enjoy my ranting. She told me that reading my entries is like a reading a book in a character's perspective. Probably one of the best compliments I could ever received on something like this. I miss reading books, lately I have no time to read and when I do I'm not in the "mood". A few months ago I even tried to read my favorite book series but never managed to finish book two.
Now, reading leisurely makes me restless, I can't seem to focus on the characters or plot. Personally, I blame school, specifically the homeschooling program I did in high school which had soooooo much reading. Because of it, I now associate reading as a chore rather than a hobby and saying that hurts the little bookworm that still lives in my heart. I comfort myself by saying that I'll try to read more in the summer, that I'll practice my ukulele, get better at sketching, improve on my rollerblading, and maybe even learn a new language. Ambitious I know. What's even more ridiculous is the fact that I actually believe that I can do it all. I've diagnosed myself as a chronic overachiever and I have a plethora of examples that prove it, but those are stories for another time.
You're still here? Meet me at entry no.5 :)
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