Situations.

So today, Mitchell asked me why make a blog if I didn't want people like him to read it.

It all comes down to the unknown. I say things that don't really make sense, and do things that people don't really do. I think I get uncomfortable when I know that people are reading my blog and tell me straight out, because it's just odd. But when it comes along in everyday conversation, like:

Me: "Friday was awesome!"

Someone: "Yeah I know, I read it on your blog. :)"

Conversation like that flows. But I feel uneasy when conversation changes and it gets awkward because I get questioned about particular things about my blog. I guess my first line of defense is to defend. Therefore I either come up with some lame excuse, or I don't say anything at all. Because I can't conjure up any other excuse. But when I really think about it, maybe I do want people to read my blog. Deep down I yearn for them to understand how I feel. And how I am on a daily basis; my analysis of the present.